A faint, lingering sigh rose from deep within the forest.
An old man then appeared before Lin Ke.
He wore dark purple robes, their surface covered in golden, threadlike patterns.
Like a tree of life, they spread along his limbs and torso. Those mysterious, ancient patterns gave him an indescribable air.
He was presumably another evil cultivator from the Shu Frontier. Two bumps bulged from his forehead, looking quite peculiar.
Two sections of jade-like antlers grew from those bumps.
He raised his withered palm slightly, then slowly lowered it.
Surging wind-attribute spirit power swept through the woods. Countless green leaves were stripped away in an instant and hung in midair.
The old man waved again, and the leaves swept toward Lin Ke like a dense barrage of arrows.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Lin Ke hurriedly darted about, leaving ghostly afterimages under the enhancement of Swift Flight.
He dodged the flying leaves one after another. A few pierced the trees behind him, and amid the crackling of bursting wood-
A stretch of forest was stripped bare.
Having checked Lin Ke's momentum, the old man bombarded the insect formation with the same spell arts.
Countless flying leaves pierced the insect formation. The spirit insects nimbly parted to let them through, leaving the formation fundamentally unharmed.
Who could have expected that the leaves had never been aimed at the spirit insects, but at the already half-dead Fu Tan?
"Aaaaaah!"
As a gap opened in the insect formation, his hoarse, desperate screams spilled out.
By the faint firelight of the Mystic Flame Horned Beetle Sovereign, Lin Ke saw a face with half its bones exposed.
Fu Tan's body had been devoured by the spirit insects, leaving him unrecognizable.
Those few flying leaves maneuvered effortlessly within the insect formation. It seemed the old man's wind and