The Black Bat beat its wings and shot into the sky at tremendous speed, enfolding Qin Dingying. Though Jiang Yang reacted swiftly and redirected his Sword Qi in an instant, he still failed to intercept it.
This use of the spell arts was entirely different from the last. Not only was the summoned Black Bat enormous, but its speed was also on a completely different level.
Last time, he had at least been able to follow its path. This time, it vanished from Jiang Yang's sight in the blink of an eye.
"Clang!"
A crisp clatter rang out. Jiang Yang approached and found an exquisite Jade Pot lying on the ground, with broken bells and several scraps of black cloth beside it. He could faintly make out the shape of a skirt's hem.
The Jade Pot felt warm in his hand, and a plump-looking bat was carved on its surface. Wisps of baleful qi streamed from its spout, but without a supply of magic power, they were already slowing, emerging in intermittent spurts.
As for the bells, his sharp Sword Qi had destroyed half of them, while several others had flown off who knew where. They no longer formed a complete set.
Forget it. That demoness has finally been put to death. At least that's one weight off my mind.
With that thought, Jiang Yang sealed the Jade Pot with magic power, and the baleful mist overhead immediately began to dissipate.
As the mist cleared, his surroundings gradually brightened. Only then did Jiang Yang realize that he had unknowingly reached the northeastern corner of a terrace pavilion.
His Sword Qi had cleaved the artificial rockery here into pieces, leaving broken stones strewn everywhere in a scene of utter devastation.
Putting away the Jade Pot, Jiang Yang soared into the air