"Shh!"
In Pang Jian's hand, the Spirit Sword, about two fingers wide, sometimes shone with red lightning, sometimes bright as silver ice.
"Quite handy after all," he said, a trace of joy seeping through the corners of his mouth.
The Spirit Sword given to him by Lei Kun was actually capable of carrying two different sources of power.
A moment later, in front of Pang Jian.
About a dozen disciples from major sects, each brandishing their Strange Treasures and Spiritual Artifacts, were still pursuing the injured White Crane.
The seemingly wobbly White Crane had learned its lesson—it no longer soared through the sky.
It lurked among the grass and marshes of the Cloud Thunder Forbidden Zone, occasionally drawing on bolts of Thunderous Lightning to attack those pursuing it.
The crane, no longer solely focused on fleeing the Cloud Thunder Forbidden Zone, used the complex terrain to escape, greatly complicating the hunters' chase.
Suddenly, they would lose track of it.