The ghost clansman called Feiying immediately turned back, glanced at them, and sneered coldly:
"One Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator and one Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator insist on courting death. Fine, then we'll deal with them first!"
As he spoke, he stopped and hovered in the air side by side with King Sheluo.
At this moment, Zhou Xun and True Lord Tian Ci also caught up.
The two sides stood facing each other, separated by a thousand zhang.
"Since you two are seeking death, then let us fight!"
As King Feiying spoke, he waved both hands. The surrounding ghost mist swiftly condensed, causing its concentration in this area to rise rapidly.
This stretch of space became as black as ink.
At the same time, Zhou Xun felt his five senses and divine sense being faintly suppressed.
"As expected of a High-Grade Ghost King. He truly is no ordinary opponent!"
Zhou Xun's expression turned solemn.
With a sweep of his hand, a translucent purple barrier instantly formed and spread outward. Lightning flickered around it, and the moment it came into contact with the ghost mist—
Sizzle, sizzle!
—they began to grind each other away, both sides rapidly consuming one another.
But how could King Feiying's attack be so simple?
The next moment—
Clang, clang!
Countless crisp sounds rang out, like metal striking metal.
One pitch-black handleless short blade after another, numbering in the thousands upon thousands, tore through the air with piercing whistles and bore down upon him like a flood blotting out the sky.
Seeing this, Zhou Xun did not dare relax in the slightest.
He immediately opened his mouth, and seventy-two Lightning Seeds flew out, occupying several thousand zhang of space before transforming into thousands upon thousands of streaks of lightning.
They rushed toward those black short blades.