As they spoke, a whoosh sounded, and an invisible suction came from behind them.
Turning to look, they saw that the Black Gates summoned by the Mad Monk had already appeared behind Xu Taiping and the others.
For the moment, Xiaohei could only turn and race around the Nine Valleys Corpse-Moss Shoal.
Although Xiaohei once again widened the distance between them and the Black Gates, his aura was also weakening at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Sensing this, Xu Taiping immediately sent Xiaohei a voice transmission:
"Xiaohei, stop for now. Let me hold him off for a while!"
By now, Xu Taiping had recovered a portion of his fighting strength. Barely withstanding a few attacks from the Mad Monk should pose no problem.
But Xiaohei still insisted:
"Master, I can still run!"
He immediately added through another voice transmission:
"I can sense that those Black Gates are draining the Mad Monk's magic power too. Master, it won't be too late to strike after I hold on a little longer!"
Xu Taiping nodded gently.
"That gives me time to build up some more magic power."
Having drunk the Nine Springs Water, he was not converting Netherworld Qi into magic power very quickly, but making just a few attacks would be no problem.
Rumble...
As they spoke, another rumbling like muffled thunder tore through the air, and Xiaohei raced around the Nine Valleys Corpse-Moss Shoal, lap after lap, his figure like a streak of lightning.
Although the Mad Monk knew Xiaohei's intentions, he likewise did not want to waste the Black Gates he had summoned, so he could only continue pursuing them.
However, the Mad Monk could also sense that Xiaohei's magic power was being consumed at a rate visible to the naked eye.
He laughed madly:
"Let this old