"San’er!"
Sha Lifei was taken aback, leaping out imdiately.
He held the Divine Fire Gun, but flas roared, obscuring his vision and blocking the sight of the clown.
Afraid of accidentally injuring Lv San, he dared not fire at all.
The only thing left to do was to close in for a rescue.
Since awakening his Divine Skills, Sha Lifei felt capable of handling situations alone, but at this mont, he realized his vulnerabilities.
Just like before, when he had taken a protective amulet from Xiong Baodong while in Chang’an City, yet still had no resistance against high-level techniques.
And now, even with firearms, he found himself on the defensive.
Of course, these thoughts just flashed by.
Upon getting closer, Sha Lifei suddenly drew a fast knife, wrapped himself in his cloak, and charged into the flas without fear.
The firestorm surged, smoke billowed.
"Hahaha..."
A wild laughter from the clown ca from nearby.
Sha Lifei said nothing, raising the gun to shoot.
But at that mont, a hand suddenly pressed on his arm, and Lv San’s voice ca to his ear, "Left!"
With an intuitive understanding, Sha Lifei turned the gun and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
With a loud boom, the surrounding flas were blasted away.
A scream was heard, and a small figure flew seven or eight ters away, rolling a few tis in the snow—it was the clown.
Sha Lifei felt a bit puzzled.
Lv San’s divine skill had been broken, and now he was almost like a deaf man, so how did he locate the real body of the enemy?
But there was no ti to ask more, as Sha Lifei raised the gun again to shoot.
The clown had a huge hole pierced in his abdon by shrapnel, and just one more shot would definitely take him down.
Yet sothing surprising happened.
Despite his severe injury, the clown seed unfazed, rely cursing before his body rolled and he perford Earth Escape Technique, diving into the snow beneath.
He moved too quickly, there was no ti to shoot.
What kind of monster is this?!
A chill rose in Sha Lifei’s heart.
His cultivation ti was still short, and though he had the White-robed Great Master Divine Spell Bracelet that allowed him to ditate easily, he was still just a novice in spells.
Neither the previous spells nor this bizarre clown were within his understanding.
"Over there!"
Beside him, Lv San suddenly pointed to a distant cluster of bushes.
Boom!
Sha Lifei said nothing further, imdiately firing his gun.
The fire roared, smoke cleared, and the distant bushes along with the trees behind were blasted to pieces, wood chips mixing with snow everywhere.
Flying together were also the clown’s shattered limbs.
A thick odor of decay spread, and a swirl of black smoke surged, quickly disappearing into the darkness.
Sha Lifei and Lv San were not doing well either.
They still had remnants of flas on them, and the cloak covering them, as well as their hair, was singed, leaving them looking quite disheveled.
Buzz!
There was the sound of wings flapping as several Poison Bees entered the demon gourd.
It turned out Lv San had controlled the Poison Bees to land on the clown, using their sensing to locate the enemy.
Seemingly noticing Sha Lifei’s confusion, Lv San hastily explained, "This isn’t his real body, it’s a Corpse Refining Puppet, which is why the Poison Bees couldn’t detect it lurking."
I see...
Only then did Sha Lifei understand, feeling enlightened.
No wonder it was so agile and unafraid of injury—it was a refined corpse puppet, and the true body wasn’t here at all.
Such a powerful Puppetry Technique, it was his first ti seeing it.
anwhile, a dizziness swept over his mind again.
Lv San’s Cloud Thunder Divine Drum had been interrupted, and the opponent’s music band imdiately revealed their sonic illusion, leaving everyone on the scene feeling frustrated and nauseated.
Wang Daoxuan, who was casting spells, was nearly interrupted.
Wu Ba was even more unfortunate.
His physical strength was formidable, but the black-faced martial artist’s skill was even greater, and he no longer engaged in a head-on confrontation, instead relying on speed to dodge and harass.
In the dark, blades and axes clashed, sparks flying.
Their forms flickered, occasionally mixing in punches and kicks, and the ground rumbled, snow swooshing.
The fight was lively, but it had reached a stalemate.
Wu Ba was also affected by the music band’s interference, and his brain fogged, causing his movents to slow.
Seeing an opportunity, the black-faced martial artist Xie Sanyang wouldn’t miss it, lowering his body and suddenly rushing close to Wu Ba, swinging his blade.
Di Qing Fist was an imposing series of attacks.
But at that mont, he used the Earth Hall Blade, mixing in a touch of deviousness amidst the openness, catching people off guard.
If this blade connected, Wu Ba would be disemboweled.
However, feeling a strong sense of danger, Xie Sanyang quickly retracted his move and rolled backward, retreating five or six ters.
Boom!
Firelight exploded, and the ground sprayed dirt and rocks.
It was Sha Lifei firing his gun, employing a strategy of saving one by sacrificing another.
At the sa ti, Xie Sanyang realized that the music band’s gong and drum had long stopped, and angry shouts could be heard from afar.
"He’s been possessed!"
"Quickly subdue him!"
Beside Wang Daoxuan, several Wandering Soul Vases had already been opened.
It was the Daoist controlling Rampaging Soldiers to attack the music band magician.
Wang Daoxuan made the perfect choice.
If he helped Sha Lifei and Lv San, they would all fall into passivity.
If he helped Wu Ba, he might not be able to deal with Xie Sanyang.
But using Rampaging Soldiers against the music band imdiately revitalized the situation.
With Sha Lifei’s firearms threatening, Xie Sanyang could only retreat.
"Cross the river first!"
Wang Daoxuan’s face was somber as he looked behind them.
He could have suppressed the music band earlier, but there was a skilled opponent on the rear mountain, casting spells remotely and wasting their ti.
Now, with the enemy hidden and themselves exposed, and caught off guard, they must first stabilize the situation and strive for a breather.
Everyone coordinated seamlessly, rushing toward the riverbank.
The red hue in Wu Ba’s eyes quickly receded as he carried Wang Daoxuan and ran.
Soon, they saw a river six or seven ters wide.
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