Zhou Hui and Li Xing formed an understanding without any discussion, not even a glance at each other.
The plan was to capture Mo Yan and his two companions first, then slowly force them to reveal the whereabouts of the Thunder Wing White Tiger and Chen Nan.
As for how to split the spoils, that was a matter for them.
With a loud crash, the White Wolf slapped Mo Yan flying with one paw, crashing through several thick ancient trees before coming to a stop.
At this moment, Li Xing appeared like a ghost in front of Mo Yan. From the black mist swirling around him, a skinny ghost claw reached out, its nails sharp as swords, shining with a bluish-black glow.
Alarms blared in Mo Yan's heart. He raised his numbed arms again to block with his great sword, only to be sent flying once more. A sizzling sound came from the sword.
Suppressing the surging mana within, he flipped the sword over, discovering corroded marks on the blade, astonishing him greatly.
