The piercing sound created ripples that spread through the air with a formidable force.
Xu Qing retreated swiftly. The shadow secretly spread out as he held the fishbone in his hand. Murderous intent filled his heart.
He knew that he had to end the battle as soon as possible. If he were to attract more opponents, escaping would become incredibly difficult. In an instant, wings formed on his back, propelling him forward with astonishing speed as he charged towards the incoming enemy.
The Heavenly Mask Race cultivator sneered and rushed forward.
However, before the two sides could touch again, Xu Qing's pupils suddenly constricted. He saw a blurry figure silently appearing behind the Heavenly Mask Race cultivator.
There were no signs at all. while the Heavenly Mask Race cultivator remained completely unaware, the figure suddenly lifted its left hand and placed it near its mouth, gesturing Xu Qing to remain quiet.