The Ouyang three heroes also suddenly stood up, their bodies glowing with a faint green light, which condensed into the illusion of a green fierce tiger. They did not immediately initiate an attack, but exchanged quick glances, their lips moving slightly as if they were strategizing too.
"Huh! Where's Shen Luo?" Wu Tong suddenly gave a surprised exclamation. The place where Shen Luo had just been sitting was now empty.
"There!" The White Water Daoist was a little surprised, then pointed to the riverbank.
Shen Luo had somehow already appeared on the riverbank, sizing up the red-clothed female ghost that was no more than twenty or thirty feet away.
Everyone seeing this scene was stunned.
"Daoist friend, danger!" Qi Yuan frowned and shouted.
Shen Luo remained indifferent; forming a seal with one hand, he initiated the Water-Stepping Art to stabilize himself on the river surface. He then transformed into a blue phantom and sped towards the ghost in the middle of the river.
