"There's something even cooler."
Motan turned his head to Ji Xiaoge with a smile, then slightly bent forward and took a deep breath—
Hoo!
Along with a gentle breeze, the bone thieves suddenly realized the highly skilled Half-Dragon Swordsman had vanished from his spot, and then...
Pfft, pfft!!
Two flashes of pale green cold light streaked by, and a pair of bone thieves standing back-to-back clutched their necks and staggered to the ground half a second later, already dead.
Pfft, pfft, pfft!!
A blurry figure flickered at the edge of the battlefield, and three bone thieves, who were encircling Ji Xiaoge, fell heavily to the ground, each with a fresh cut at their Achilles tendons.
"Poison!"
One of the bone thieves halted for half a second, then pointed at the first two corpses that had turned green and shouted, "Protect the vital areas and any unprotected spots, don't let him... ugh!"
