"Let's go together! Time is short, swift and decisive!" Lao Jiu stepped up, standing shoulder to shoulder with Yelu Shou in front of Ghost Robe.
Yelu Shou raised his eyebrows, although he didn't want to, he agreed with Lao Jiu's words. Time waits for no one, so let's quickly resolve the person in front.
The two reached a tacit understanding, stepping forward with their right foot. In the next second, Yelu Shou's lean figure darted out, like a sleek leopard, quickly maneuvering in front of Ghost Robe and charging toward his rear.
Ghost Robe raised the two Ghost Blades in his hands, standing in a peculiar posture. His exposed eyes fixed on the charging Yelu Shou, not bothering to defend or attack, as if foolishly awaiting a beating.
Lao Jiu followed closely behind Yelu Shou, charging toward Ghost Robe. During Yelu Shou's airborne leap, Lao Jiu's Iron Fan fired hidden weapons toward Ghost Robe's chest, enveloping his vital spots like raindrops.
