Zhou Xun could now be considered a body cultivator. The force of his collision was equivalent to a full-force strike from a peak Qi Refinement Level Three cultivator.
The tremendous force made Wu Guangxiao's body falter slightly, and in an instant, he fell behind Zhou Xun and the others.
Meanwhile, Zhou Xun used that rebounding force to dart swiftly forward.
At that moment, Zhou Xun's Ghost Shadow speed was incredibly fast.
Under such circumstances, even the slightest pause meant enormous danger.
In that instant, Wu Guangxiao was caught by that swarm of Ghost Shadows and swallowed up.
Layer upon layer, with more and more piling on.
Perhaps because of Wu Guangxiao's Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation, he drew even more of the Ghost Shadows' attention.
That enormous swarm of Ghost Shadows behind them actually abandoned Zhou Xun and ceased pursuing him, instead piling up in layers upon the Wu Guangxiao before them.
Zhou Xun and the others were overjoyed and fled into the distance without hesitation.
The Wu Family disciples waiting atop the mountain peak
were beside themselves with anxiety. Every one of them wore an urgent expression, glancing from time to time toward the black mist, hoping that their revered First Elder would emerge the very next moment.
Yet two hours passed. The time the First Elder had instructed them to wait had arrived, but there was still no sign of him.
"Third Brother, what do we do? Two hours have passed, and the First Elder still hasn't come out!" The delicate-looking youth was filled with panic and helplessness.
Although Wu Guangxiao had given such instructions, in his heart, the First Elder was a man of vast abilities, capable of anything.
In his mind, there had never been any possibility of the First Elder perishing within the black mist before