However, Xu Maoling was already wounded, and facing three cultivators at once drained his magical power enormously.
The silver-masked cultivator possessed profound cultivation. He quickly adapted to Xu Maoling's rhythm, his bone sword attacking with increasing ruthlessness and cunning, steadily squeezing away his room to maneuver.
Rip!
A cold, sinister Sword Aura swept past. Xu Maoling was a fraction too slow to dodge, and a wound deep enough to expose bone opened across his left arm, blood pouring out.
"Ugh!" He grunted, his movements slowing another fraction.
"Now! Jia Er, trap him!"
A cold gleam flashed in the silver-masked cultivator's eyes as he shouted.
Hearing this, Jia Er immediately planted the Ghost-Head Shield in the ground and formed hand seals. Streams of black vapor rose from the shield, coiling toward Xu Maoling's feet like chains!
Xu Maoling's heart chilled. He knew that once those strange chains caught him and hampered his movements, he would plunge into an abyss beyond redemption!
"Fall!"
He roared, disregarding the blood churning inside him as he forcibly drove his magical power. The sickle in his hand traced a concentrated arc of light, slashing toward the black vapor chains.
Clang!
Metal rang against metal. The sickle collided with the black vapor chains, throwing off dazzling sparks. Though the chains seemed exceptionally tough, the blow scattered their black vapor and severed them outright.
And in that lightning-fast instant when his body briefly paused as he swung his sickle-
"You've left yourself wide open!"
The silver-masked cultivator's sinister voice clung to him like maggots burrowing into bone.
The sword strike he had long been preparing was already upon him!
The ghastly white bone sword's Sword Aura was condensed almost into substance, moving with incredible speed toward Xu Maoling's right ribs, left wide open by his attempt to block