43: Fatal Blow

Several figures, somewhat disheveled, walked out of the vortex; it was the group from Chang Sheng Sect.

One of them shook his fiery red hair and said uncomfortably, "I'm a little carsick!"

The others also felt the same; the treasure's speed was simply too fast, so fast that they couldn't quite react.

Their bodies flew forward, and their souls chased behind!

The two groups below, who had been in a standoff, looked at this scene with confusion, then their expressions varied.

The Sect Leader of Xueying sensed the powerful aura emanating from this group of people; among the six, the aura of five of them was no weaker than hers, and one person was even inscrutable.

He was probably the strongest presence among the six, and from the looks of it, he wasn't with the Black-robed Man. If she could win him over to form a united front, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

The Black-robed Man, on the other hand, felt that the suddenly appearing group had a formidable presence, and if not handled properly, they could be a variable!

Wu Kuang couldn't help but scratch his head when he saw the eerie atmosphere. His gaze swept around, then he turned to the Black-robed Man and taunted, "I've heard much about you, but seeing you today, you don't seem like much, do you?"

One of the Black-robed Man coldly replied, "Who are you, sir? We hope you won't interfere with our affairs!"

"Oh, what if I do interfere? Are you going to bite me?"

Wu Kuang picked his ear, a look of disdain on his face.

"You?"

Another Black-robed Man's tone was chilling, filled with anger, as he said word by word, "If you persist in your folly, sir, you might not be able to bear the consequences!"

The threat was very obvious.

"Oh?"

"What consequences? This old man is very curious as well. Why don't you tell me?"

Wu Kuang still had that annoying look, saying indifferently.

"Hehe!"

The Black-robed Man chuckled, understanding that the opponent was here for them. He no longer spoke, and the auras of the men erupted, a powerful pressure spreading across the field.

The Xueying Sect and others grunted. The oppressive force of this aura was immense, but joy appeared in their eyes.

The six people who had just appeared were on their side; perhaps their sect was saved!

Seeing this, Wu Kuang shook his body, and an even more domineering aura was released, dispelling the men's momentum.

He didn't forget to shout, "Is that all? I thought you were something!"

He had heard this phrase from Yellow Dog last time and thought it was very domineering and sarcastic, so he wanted to experience it himself.

Indeed, this feeling was truly satisfying; he had learned it!

The Black-robed Man exchanged glances, each seeing the apprehension in the other's eyes.

Then he nodded silently, and a connection seemed to form between the men, as if they were one.

Without regard for the others present, the men transformed into several streaks of black light and charged towards Wu Kuang.

Wu Kuang was stunned, "Are they that brave?"

He then licked the corner of his mouth, pulled out a huge long saber as tall as himself, and brought it down with boundless might towards the men.

The long saber was blood-red all over, and combined with the red spiritual power, it resembled burning flames, delivering a powerful visual impact.

"Hmph!"

A phantom of a long saber, ten zhang wide and dozens of zhang long, slashed towards the men. At this moment, the Black-robed Man faced death unflinchingly, and black energy simultaneously surged from their bodies.

Above their heads, a blurry phantom of the netherworld condensed, its face indistinct, with two horns on its head and two ghostly flames in its eye sockets, utterly bizarre!

In its hand, it held a pitch-black long spear, as if it could pierce through everything in the world.

The black energy enveloping its body made a hissing sound in the air, constantly corroding the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Nangong Xiaotian and the others immediately became solemn upon seeing this scene. This suddenly appearing eerie phantom gave them a strong sense of threat.

The saber energy reached the phantom in the blink of an eye. It instinctively raised its long spear slightly, holding it horizontally in front, and easily resisted the impact.

After a few breaths of stalemate, everyone seemed to see the two ghostly flames in the phantom's eye sockets flicker, the black energy vibrated, and the saber energy dissipated into thin air.

Wu Kuang let out a soft exclamation, not expecting his attack to be like a stone sinking into the sea, not even stirring a ripple.

He refused to believe it and circulated all his spiritual power, forcefully unleashing several saber energies with even greater might than before.

What was astonishing was that the phantom no longer passively defended but actively attacked, its long spear carrying an incomparably sharp tearing intent as it thrust several times consecutively.

The saber energy was easily torn apart like thin paper, and the residual power of the long spear continued to pierce towards Wu Kuang with an unyielding momentum.

Wu Kuang quickly defended but was still forced back dozens of zhang!

Nangong Xiaotian and the others looked at the Black-robed Man in surprise. It was known that although Wu Kuang was still in the early stage of cultivation, he could at least remain undefeated against those in the middle stage.

Now, he was repelled in one encounter, clearly not an opponent!

The phantom holding the long spear took advantage of the momentum, spear shadows swirling densely, giving Wu Kuang no room to maneuver, forcing him to retreat step by step.

Wu Kuang secretly groaned in his heart, not daring to be careless, dealing with it with great difficulty, cursing Nangong Xiaotian and the others for being disloyal, watching him suffer.

Roar!

Just then, a green dragon suddenly blocked in front of him, constantly fighting with the spear shadows. Looking back, Mu Qingcang held a long spear, pointing remotely at his position.

Needless to say, Mu Qingcang had come to his aid.

With his addition, they were evenly matched for a time. The Black-robed Man said nothing, but the black energy on his body became even denser.

His aura was also continuously rising. Wu Kuang no longer cared about his pride and shouted at Nangong Xiaotian and the others, "Aren't you going to help!"

Liu Hailong took a step forward, lightly striking out with both hands, and more than ten spear shadows turned into nothingness. The three of them barely managed to fight the strange phantom to a standstill.

The battle lasted a full quarter of an hour.

The Black-robed Man simultaneously spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, their momentum instantly weakening. It seemed that summoning this phantom placed an immense burden on them.

Wu Kuang and the others exchanged glances, a hint of joy in their eyes. No matter how thick your blood, they would eventually grind you to death.

Even in this situation, the Black-robed Man showed no trace of fear. If Nangong Xiaotian and the others could see their eyes beneath the black robes.

They would find that the normally calm eyes were now filled with death qi.

Just as Wu Kuang and the others thought they were about to win, the tottering phantom solidified visibly.

Black energy surged into the sky, its strength greatly increased, completely overwhelming their momentum.

The sharpness emanating from the tip of the long spear caused their skin to tingle slightly.

It was unimaginable that if it were to pierce them, they would very likely be impaled. To achieve such a degree, one could not do so without the strength of the late Spirit King Realm.

No sooner said than done, the phantom abruptly swung its long spear, locking onto Wu Kuang and the others, leaving no room to dodge.

"This is bad!"

The men's expressions changed drastically. If this spear strike landed, they would become like candied hawthorns.

They only had time to shout, "Senior Brother, save us!" as they awaited the arrival of death.

After the Black-robed Man unleashed that attack, they simultaneously fell to the ground, turning into dust. It was a life-for-a-life fighting style; the opponent had never intended to leave alive!

"How dare you!"