This run had lasted over an hour; they had exited the West Mang Mountain area, yet dawn was still far off.
Even without unsheathing his sword, Hou Niao had never felt so tired! This was the first time he'd been in such a sorry state. When he handled criminal investigations, it was he who chased after others; after he began his cultivation journey and had strong backers, everything was rather smooth, except for that incident at Baiyang Forest.
But even in Baiyang Forest, he at least could swing his sword and express his feelings through it, whereas these ghosts wouldn't even give him the chance.
He wasn't angry. After all, if you'd slaughtered thousands of someone's descendants, wouldn't you allow the elders to let out a sigh?
If he were lucky enough to survive this ordeal, the lesson would be to never, ever make an enemy of a creature of cultivation from a higher realm, and of course, this referred to a much higher realm.
