Seeing Little Black injured, Little White attacked the leading Black-Robed Man even more furiously.
But the Black-Robed Man would rather take the blows than retreat. He clung to Little White relentlessly, refusing to let go even at the cost of his life.
If this continued, defeat was certain. Once Little Black could no longer hold out, Wenlong would be the first to die.
He had to find an opening to eliminate the leading Black-Robed Man now. Only then could Little White come to their aid; otherwise, Little Black truly would not hold out.
Wenlong thought it over. The leading Black-Robed Man had dodged all his earlier sneak attacks, whether deliberately or by chance.
This time, he took out his darts as well. With one attack in the open and another concealed, he would leave the Black-Robed Man nowhere to dodge.
Little White lashed its tail in fury, driving the Black-Robed Man back several steps. Here was his chance! How could Wenlong let it slip away? With Goddess Scatters Flowers, his darts flew straight at the leading Black-Robed Man.
The leading Black-Robed Man was just about to entangle Little White again when he saw the darts coming straight at him.
He sneered and flicked his fingers more than a dozen times in succession. Just as he thought the threat from the darts was gone, three smaller flying needles pierced straight into the center of his forehead without his noticing.
Little White swept its tail again, knocking him into the Abyss.
Seeing that the greatest threat had been dealt with, Wenlong flung out another large handful of darts.
The remaining Black-Robed Men either dodged or blocked the incoming darts. With their leader dead, they already had no heart left for the fight.
What they had not expected was that Wenlong's sword would