Yang Fei was secretly startled; these nightmarish War Falcons were so formidable that if thousands of them rushed in, encircling the three of them.
Even if he managed to escape by luck, Huo Ling'er and Shen Ping would surely perish here.
Just at this moment, the War Falcons slaughtered the other two cultivators and were already surrounding Yang Fei and the others.
The Ox Demon soared into the air, delivering a thunderous punch that shattered a diving War Falcon into pieces.
His voice sounded like muffled thunder rolling across the sky.
"Quickly leave from here; I'll hold them back."
The Sky Wolf Demon Blade in Yang Fei's hand emitted an over twenty-zhang-long blood-red blade light, slicing through five or six War Falcons.
Seizing this gap, Yang Fei led Huo Ling'er and Shen Ping, shooting skyward and carving a bloody path.
While swiftly flying through the void, Yang Fei suddenly spotted a tower at the northeast corner of the city.
