"They're here? If they're here, then let's kill them!"
Nalan Ziyun swept away her earlier fear, now as majestic as a goddess of war.
She also swept her Divine Thought toward the large tree, but perhaps due to the vast difference in their Cultivation, her scan revealed nothing unusual.
"Don't bother looking. That thing is a real coward. One glare from me and it scurried back into the horde of Ghosts," Shen Lang said, a bit puzzled. "Strange. That old Ghost's Cultivation is astonishing on its own, and he has all this cannon fodder. Why is he being so cautious?"
"An old Ghost at the Peak of Spirit Martial Realm, leading several Spirit Martial Realm Ghosts and a huge mob of lesser ones... If it were me, I'd just charge down and slap the invading enemy aside. Why surround us without attacking?" Shen Lang continued.
