Chapter 5054 — A Keen Eye
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"Blood spirit cats..." Wei Zhao's expression turned several degrees graver. These nine blood spirit cats were only a little larger than ordinary house cats, inconspicuous enough in daily life were it not for the blood dripping from their bodies—but now, pinned by those uncanny feline eyes, Wei Zhao found the hair on his scalp prickling involuntarily, as though he had been marked by a ferocious beast that was his natural predator.
Cats had always been mysterious, unfathomable creatures; spirit cats, legend held, were born with the power to commune with the unseen. And these nine blood spirit cats were things that had crawled out from heaps of countless spirit-cat corpses, existences like vengeful ghosts, vicious to the extreme. If there really were ghosts in this world, they would be gnawed clean within a minute—and the Wei Zhao of today would be no exception.
In the blink of an eye the nine blood spirit cats had ringed Wei Zhao completely, their bizarre cat cries rising and falling in turn. Never mind Wei Zhao, a mere spirit-body—even Leng Leng, a living, breathing person standing nearby, felt her flesh crawl at the sound.
"Get away!" Fearing Wei Zhao would be swarmed, Leng Leng immediately lashed out with a kick at the nearest blood spirit cat. But the creature neither dodged nor flinched—her foot passed straight through it as though kicking empty air, without the slightest effect.
"Hahahaha! My blood spirit cats are spirit-bodies, you fool—what makes you think a mere early Foundation Establishment cultivator has the means to deal with a spirit-body? Did you really believe your shattered-ice constitution made you invincible?" Sun Baimei laughed uproariously at the sight, then his face turned cold and savage: "Since I've let the blood spirit cats out, that spirit-body is as good as dead. As for you—I'll take my time playing with you myself."
With that, three more pitch-black arrows shot from his sleeve. This was in truth a despicable trick that should never see the light of day; used so many times in a row, any opponent would surely be on guard. But he was preying precisely on Leng Leng's injury and hampered movement—this one move alone was enough to put her neatly to death. Besides, even now his chest remained icy cold; he truly dared not exchange blows with Leng Leng at close range again.
But he had miscalculated one thing. At that very moment, ringed on all sides by the nine blood spirit cats and plainly unable to save himself, Wei Zhao threw himself in front of Leng Leng and once again kicked three pitch-black arrows out of the air.
"Hmph, truly not afraid to die—still playing the hero saving the beauty at a time like this. Aren't you afraid my blood spirit cats will bite you to death alive?" Sun Baimei sneered.
Sure enough, the instant Wei Zhao threw himself into blocking those three pitch-black arrows for Leng Leng, the nine blood spirit cats around them pounced as one, their speed even a shade faster than Wei Zhao's own. In a blink they were on him, biting and clawing like cats gone mad. Blood streamed down Wei Zhao's face and body, and the aura of his entire spirit-body dimmed considerably.
"Wei Zhao!" Leng Leng was horror-stricken at the sight. From where she stood, Wei Zhao was almost entirely engulfed by the nine blood spirit cats, flesh and blood flying—a scene of unutterable misery!
Leng Leng hurled herself at them recklessly, desperate to drive the blood spirit cats off, but it was useless. These blood spirit cats were spirit-bodies like Wei Zhao, yet nowhere near as solid and materialized as he was; to touch them at all required specialized spiritual-sense techniques or countermeasures—otherwise there was simply no way to affect them.