With a thunderous roar, the black mist exploded, enveloping the surroundings and blocking out the sky and sun...
A mass of white bones shot out.
It actually self-destructed.
The cultivator on the flying ship rushed forward at full speed, forming a seal with his hands, completing a spell along the way.
It was naturally an attack, ready to be unleashed at any moment.
At that moment, somewhat stunned, there was no time to switch to defense, so it was directly cast.
Simultaneously, a flying sword shot out.
This was a top-grade talisman flying sword.
There was no other way. Aside from those passed down in the family, it takes too long for an average cultivator to nurture a magical artifact.
Unless one is an old veteran, there would be no magical artifact available.
Attack spells and the flying sword were not well-suited for blocking.
They merely eliminated a portion of the incoming bones.
Especially the flying sword, it barely managed to protect the person.
