Liu Ming, upon seeing this, had a thought move in his heart, and with a prompt of the spell gesture in his hand, the black light shifted direction slightly, flying toward the direction of the woods.
Moments later, above the woods, a flash of black light revealed his figure. Looking down, he was immediately taken aback.
But on a high ground within the trees, that Hu surnamed man from Bai Lian Pavilion and another middle-aged cultivator were drenched in sweat, each wielding a flag and constantly activating a temporary defensive array with the spell gestures in their hands.
More than a dozen white beams of light were emitted from the somewhat disordered flags surrounding them, propping up a hazy white light screen, sheltering the two within.
And beside the two men lay a grey-robed man with closed eyes, covered in blood, looking as though his life and death were uncertain.
