The dark shadows grew steadily thinner under the combined assault of Qu Chen and myself, and I could feel that the Black-Robed Person who controlled them was also at the end of his tether. Over on the side of the Golden-Robed Immortal, however, things did not look easy either; fine beads of sweat seeped across his forehead, showing that maintaining this Formation was consuming a vast amount of his Immortal Power.
"Roar!" The Black-Robed Person let out an angry bellow, and the dark shadows surged toward us even more frantically, as if answering some command. I swung my soft whip, shattering them one by one, but they clung to us like maggots on rotting bone, endless.
"Lier, look out!" Qu Chen's voice rang in my ear, and before I could even react, he snatched me aside. A dark shadow zipped straight through the spot where I had been standing just a moment before; had I been even a fraction of a second slower, I likely would have been decapitated.
Chapter 144