Everyone was shocked and started questioning angrily, "Fang Xiu! What are you doing? Why did you kill him?"
Fang Xiu was very calm and replied, "I saw in the future that he was about to lose control of his spiritual energy and kill someone, so I killed him first."
The people were skeptical and looked upset.
They couldn't tell if Fang Xiu was telling the truth, but they instinctively thought the worst of him. They thought maybe Fang Xiu made up a lie because he was preparing for something else, and now he could kill someone using the excuse of seeing the future.
They feared he might do the same to others in the future.
However, some believed Fang Xiu because he had saved them many times before.
The guy holding the bronze candlestick started laughing crazily, even coughing up blood from laughing too hard.
"Do you still believe his nonsense? He's just using you! Why do you think he has been saving you all this time? Because you're pretty? Because you're rich? He's after your blood! You are all just fuel for him"
Before he could finish, silver hair sealed his mouth.
"Don't waste your blood. You're just coughing it up," Fang Xiu said calmly.
To other people, however, it seemed like Fang Xiu was trying to silence the truth.
Soon, the man holding the candlestick died from blood loss, but his body remained upright, still pumping blood.
The crowd fell into a deathly silence.
After a while, the man turned into a mummy.
Then, Fang Xiu used the body of the person he had killed earlier to light the bronze candlestick.
Finally, someone couldn't help but ask, "Fang Xiu, you said we will surely win this battle. Where does our chance of victory lie?"
"You will know soon," Fang Xiu replied.
Silence followed again.
"Fang Xiu, the blood will soon run out. Who do you plan to use next?" someone else asked, and everyone started to look afraid.
They stared at Fang Xiu with serious expressions. "Do you want to just wait to die?"
Fang Xiu calmly looked at them and asked, "What do you mean? You're just gonna sit here and wait for death?"
The group was startled, confused by his words.
"You should have regained some strength after the rest. How foolish. Instead of thinking about how to fight the enemy, you're all focused on who should be sacrificed."
The people then realized they had been narrow-minded. Relying on one person's blood couldn't sustain them longer than if they all fought together.
Fang Xiu wasn't planning to use someone else's life to buy time; he just wanted to rest for a moment to recover his strength and energy.
At that moment, everyone felt a bit ashamed, thinking they had been too negative.
"Get ready to fight," Fang Xiu commanded, and everyone got up.
Soon after, the candle went out, and hordes of Specter Slaves roared in from all around.
The fight resumed, seeming endless and relentless.
Five minutes later, there were casualties. A psychic was grabbed by a Specter Slave and had his throat torn open.
Fang Xiu took the opportunity to pull the body over, used the hair Specter to control the corpse, and lit the bronze candlestick again.
This cycle repeated; whenever someone died, it gave the group a brief moment to catch their breath before the candle went out and the battle resumed.
Everyone felt tormented, desperate, and afraid.
But then, something even more despairing happened.
The ground shook violently and bubbled like boiling water, and countless rock spikes shot up from the ground. They pierced through many Specter Slaves and aimed straight at the group.
Fang Xiu's silver hair flew as he crushed the spikes.
Shen Lingxue struggled to emit a flame to burn them.
Liu Shuai used teleportation to dodge, and Zhao Hao, who had been hiding behind Fang Xiu, remained unscathed.
The others, however, weren't so lucky. Screams filled the air as several psychics were impaled and killed instantly.
The sudden turn of events shocked everyone.
In the midst of the Specter Slaves, there was a small empty space where a figure stood.
It was a man with pale, rotting skin, white eyes without pupils, dressed in a black suit. He was waving his arms, causing the ground to spew out spikes.
"That's Lu Xiangyang, the head of the Specter Killer Society!" Someone recognized the man in the suit.
"What! Lu Xiangyang? The only second-tier psychic of the Specter Killer Society!"
"He's become a Specter Slave too!?"
"Damn it! The Nightmare can even turn psychics into Specter Slaves! Does that mean all the missing psychics of Greenvine City are under its control?"
A wave of despair shot through everyone.
"We're done for."
"Fang Xiu! Is this the future you talked about?"
Some were in despair, others were furiously yelling. They were already desperate, having to face the endless ordinary Specter Slaves, and now, there were even psychic Specter Slaves. They had never felt so hopeless.
Everyone was at their limit, yet facing a dead end.
And then, two more psychics emerged from the group of Specter Slaves: a middle-aged man in a loose sweatshirt with a rosewood bracelet, and a spirited woman in a ladies' suit with a buzz cut.
"Fu Yun! Kong Nan! How could it be them! They're also second-tier!!"
At this point, some had given up hope, closing their eyes and collapsing to the ground in despair.
Facing such a desperate situation, Fang Xiu remained calm.
He thought not all psychics in Greenvine City were controlled by Nightmare. Some might have had their spiritual energy devoured, and others might be hiding in corners, fighting against the dream.
Otherwise, there should be far more than three psychics turning into Specter Slaves.
Nightmare probably cherished their stronger abilities, so it didn't devour them but turned them into Specter Slaves instead.
Also, this wasn't all the Nightmare had to offer. There was still Bai Qi. He had been missing for a long time and hadn't appeared at all. No one knew whether he was alive or dead.
Soon, the three psychic Specter Slaves led the army of Specter Slaves in an attack.
Fang Xiu quickly controlled the bodies of those recently killed by the spikes, using their blood to light the bronze candlestick.
BOOM!
Powerful attacks bombarded the eerie green candlelight, making it flicker as if it was about to go out any second.
The corpses were turning into mummies quickly, clearly unable to last long under such intense attacks.
Just when it seemed they were about to be wiped out, a confident smile appeared on Fang Xiu's lips.
"Xiu, how can you still smile at a time like this?" Zhao Hao asked, pale-faced and trembling.
"Haven't you noticed that the Specter Slaves are moving slower, and even their attacks are getting weaker?" Fang Xiu asked.
"Who cares? Maybe they're just tired. What does that have to do with us?" Zhao Hao replied.
Fang Xiu smiled slightly, "It proves that my plan is working."