The two throwing knives Xi Yan launched whistled toward their targets. Before they could strike, the Bloodthirsty Sky Bats tilted their wings slightly and changed course in midair. Their blood-red wings sliced through the rain like two curved bolts of crimson lightning as they swooped at Xi Yan from either side.
Xi Yan swiftly retreated, a silver gleam flashing between her cherry lips. She held a tiny silver flute in her mouth. No sound came from it, yet a dense black swarm of bats burst from beneath the surrounding eaves with a rustling roar. The swarm bravely surged forward, blocking the two Bloodthirsty Sky Bats.
A savage battle was inevitable. Although the two Bloodthirsty Sky Bats were several times larger than the ordinary bats, their opponents outnumbered them a hundred to one. In an instant, they were embroiled in a fierce struggle.
Li Yishui's short, stout body spun like a top in the rain. A great snake as thick as an arm sprang from his body and flew several yards toward Xi Yan. A streak of white light shot from her body-the white snake. It was only as thick as a thumb, a petty sorcerer before a grand master compared with Li Yishui's Big Black Snake.
The black snake opened its enormous jaws and swallowed the white snake in a single gulp.
The two Bloodthirsty Sky Bats fought with mounting ferocity. Before long, they had scattered the swarm into disarray. Dead bats littered the ground, and the swarm's formation began to collapse.
Peng Yijiang's eyes had begun to ulcerate. He poured three pills from the vermilion gourd he carried, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed and swallowed them in great gulps. These were the Mottled Sect's exclusive antidote pills. Although he did not know what poison had afflicted him,