As he killed the "Dark Spirit Demon Bats," Li Yan's soul was also battered by the crisscrossing, sky-covering sound waves, leaving his mind reeling in waves of dizziness.
During this time, Xing Ming and the other two in the distance had swept their Divine Sense over him. Seeing this scene, they could not help but share the same thought.
"Sure enough, he's a body cultivator. His methods of attack are simple and brutal."
Of course, Xing Ming had other thoughts as well, but soon enough, none of them could afford to keep their attention on Li Yan.
Those three four-winged "Dark Spirit Demon Bats" were ancient ferocious beasts, and they had countless two-winged "Dark Spirit Demon Bats" assisting them.
Even Xuan Caijun, a False Nascent Soul cultivator, had no choice but to clash head-on with them amid such dense attacks. The room he had to maneuver was being compressed without end.
The spiritual power barriers around them were already smeared with blood. No one knew whether it belonged to the "Dark Spirit Demon Bats," or whether their own barriers had been breached and blood had sprayed out from their wounds.
Like Song Rongdao, it was not that they had not considered forming a defensive team again.
But the "Dark Spirit Demon Bats" flew with astonishing speed and were not particularly large. Like needles slipping through every crack, they sealed off all space before, behind, left, and right of them.
Before long, the first branching passage appeared ahead of Xing Ming's group, followed by one after another.
Gradually, they also began to sense that these "Dark Spirit Demon Bats" seemed to be forcing them deeper into the tunnels.
"This seems like they are deliberately making us keep moving forward. Could there be an ambush inside?"
"Otherwise, you would have to stand