The three elders shuddered in alarm, as though facing a mortal enemy. They had utterly failed to notice how their opponent had escaped their combined assault, or when he had closed to such a short distance.
The Five-Colored Mist Veil swirled around him, dreamlike and illusory, shrouding his figure in a shifting haze that seemed ready to dissolve into the wind at any moment.
"Retreat!"
The Crimson Race elder reacted fastest. His vermilion body immediately dispersed into shapeless smoke and streamed backward, trying to put distance between them.
But now that Chu Mo had revealed himself, how could he let them escape so easily?
He touched a finger to the space between his brows, and a small, gray, hazy sword sprang from the crown of his head.
The moment the little sword appeared, it grew in the wind, reaching three feet in length in an instant. Its indistinct form stirred the three corpse spirits within those who saw it, ensnaring them in greed, anger, and delusion.
Though retreating, the Crimson Race elder had kept his attention fixed on Chu Mo. He caught the entire scene, and the three poisons climbed into his spiritual seat, leaving him dazed for an instant.
The Crimson Race elder immediately drove his crimson smoke into a barrier of mist around himself. At the same time, he twisted, trying to dodge to the left.
But his actions achieved nothing.
The Three Corpses Sword ignored the obstruction, passed straight through the crimson barrier, and turned with him before plunging into his body. Even dispersing into formless qi had failed to save him. He immediately reconstituted into human form and fell from the air.
"Elder Chicheng?!"
Everything happened in the flash of a spark. Before the other two elders could do anything, their companion had already been struck.