It was none other than the "Mystic Bone Flying Zombie"!
Zhou Xun looked at the flying zombie before him, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes.
Judging by its aura alone, it was nearly comparable to a late-stage nascent soul cultivator.
Not to mention Wu Feng, who stood at the peak of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
With the two added together, their strength should be equivalent to that of an ordinary late-stage nascent soul cultivator.
Fortunately, Zhou Xun was a lightning cultivator. He possessed a restraining effect against unorthodox things such as Bone Zombies and Blood Zombies. From that angle, he held the upper hand.
With that thought, he felt reassured and gave a light laugh before speaking.
"I have long heard of the great name of White Bone Mountain's 'Mystic Bone King.' Today, Zhou shall have the honor of witnessing it for himself!"
With that, he slapped the Storage Pouch at his waist. A flash of spiritual light flew out and transformed into a three-foot-long purple flying sword hovering before him, lightning flickering around it.
It was his Mystic Thunder Sword!
Then, he formed Mystic Gestures with both hands, magical power surging at his fingertips as he pointed at the sword.
"Crackle!"
Lightning blazed brilliantly, and the thunder sword swelled with the wind.
It grew to more than thirty meters in length.
Seeing this, Zhou Xun changed his Mystic Gestures.
The thunder sword flickered, splitting into streaks of purple sword light that circled Zhou Xun, darting and weaving above and below him.
A rough count revealed no fewer than three hundred and sixty streaks!
"Big Brother's sword art has truly grown more and more proficient!" Wang Erniu exclaimed as he watched the streams of sword light from not far below.
"Indeed. Worthy Brother is a spell cultivator,