"A Spiritual Treasure!" the Scarred Man steadied himself, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He stared at the Skeleton Staff in Fang Hong's hand, his gaze burning, secretly guessing that the person before him might be the disciple of a Core Formation Cultivator; otherwise, how could he possess a Spiritual Treasure at such a young age.
Fang Hong paid no attention to the Scarred Man's astonishment and immediately threw out a pile of yellow talismans from his storage bag.
One hundred Intermediate Hundred Bird Talismans instantly soared into the air, red light swirling on the talismans, transforming into tens of thousands of firebirds in the blink of an eye, flapping their wings and chirping as they swarmed towards the Scarred Man.
The Scarred Man's face changed drastically; he did not dare to be careless in the slightest, his figure flashing rapidly to dodge the firebirds' attacks.
