The black Giant Dragon raised its head and soared into the sky, darting toward the gray gloom. A few breaths later, two agonized screams suddenly rang out overhead, followed by two figures plummeting to the ground.
Some Shadow Pavilion disciples could not help paling, while two others rushed forward to catch their falling companions.
Once they landed, they discovered that both companions had deep wounds across their waists, nearly cleaving them in two.
Blood soaked their clothes, and they were plainly breathing out far more than they were breathing in.
A disciple hurriedly fed his companions several pills, but their condition showed no improvement.
Someone said quietly, "This won't work! There's something strange about the demonic qi lingering around their wounds. We can't purify it at all. Unless we clear it away, their wounds won't heal."
In the end, they might even die from excessive blood loss.
For a cultivator to die from excessive blood loss-the mere thought was bleak.
Grief appeared on their companions' faces, and their gazes grew increasingly bitter and furious as they turned toward the Gray-Clothed Man.
"Tsk, do you hate me? All I did was see through your ambush tactics. What, you're allowed to sneak up on me, but I'm not allowed to fight back? Where's the sense in that?"
Though his words were directed at that disciple, the Gray-Clothed Man's gaze remained fixed on Ning Fan.
"Tell me, don't you find it ridiculous to play with invisibility and tactics in front of me?" With that, the Gray-Clothed Man raised his hand again.
Ning Fan seemed to realize something and hurriedly shouted, "Deputy, cancel the plan! Get everyone out of their original positions!"
But Ning Fan's warning came too late. The black Giant Dragon moved even faster than he had imagined.
In the blink of