Hum!
Wei Yiling pointed with a hand seal, and the throwing knife before her suddenly became a cold gleam that vanished into the void. When it reappeared, it was already beneath the black python, its icy light cutting straight toward the python's belly.
Madam Yin merely chuckled at the sight. She murmured an incantation, and four sharp claws instantly sprouted beneath the black python formed from her ink-black ribbon, reaching for the incoming gleam.
Though Wei Yiling's throwing knife treasure was sharp, Madam Yin's ribbon excelled at overcoming hardness with softness. She had nothing to fear.
"Hmph!"
Wei Yiling snorted coldly and directed her throwing knife into a tangled fight with the black python.
Both were Nascent Soul early stage cultivators, with little difference in magic power. Neither could easily defeat the other; they could only keep each other occupied.
After hearing Li Ping's instructions, the Desolate Fire Sparrow understood the danger of this battle. He put aside his playful mood, his little eyes filled with solemn resolve.
"Screee!"
Crimson flames surged from his body, engulfing him completely. With a piercing cry that tore through the sky and split the clouds, a crimson divine bird a hundred zhang long flew out of the flames. A slight beat of his wings turned him into a streak of fire hurtling toward Ten Thousand Souls High Person.
His life-bound spirit treasure, the Vermilion Bird Fan, transformed into his tail feathers and merged with him.
To slay this devil as quickly as possible, the Desolate Fire Sparrow had directly restored his true form as a heaven-and-earth spirit beast. This was also his strongest form.
He knew his boss was only at the Core Formation late stage. Holding off a Nascent Soul cultivator would not be easy, and he could not let his boss fall