Meanwhile, wherever the flames passed, the evil spirits crackled and were completely incinerated, then exploded with a bang.
"Little kids, what are you waiting for, charge!" The man in black robes smiled at Zhou and the others, then turned and ran.
"Cangyan Daoist Palace!"
Yan and Zhou cursed almost simultaneously.
They really followed, and they were so patient, choosing to strike at this very moment.
"I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!" Mo Xingjian snorted coldly and immediately chased after them.
Yan, seeing this, shouted anxiously, "Old Niu, are you crazy? Come back!"
Zhou was just about to take this opportunity to tell Third Brother the truth when the furious Yin Spirit roared and charged.
The densely packed evil spirits around them also howled and surged forward.
"Fight and retreat!" Yan shouted, raising his long knife and charging towards the Yin Spirit.
"Leave two people to protect Brother Zhou and Sister Lu, three of you open the path quickly, and the rest be ready to support the leader at any time!" The remaining seven initial-stage Golden Core Realm True Disciples immediately formulated a response strategy.
"You underestimate me too much!" Lu Yaoyao pushed away the True Disciple blocking her path, brandishing her long sword, and dashed forward.
The others quickly guarded her sides.
Facing these evil spirits, Zhou originally intended to directly use the first style of the "Thunder Sword Skills," combining Thunder Skills with Sword Technique to effectively restrain the evil spirits.
However, how would he explain this to his master afterward?
Some things, he still hoped to keep low-key.
Watching Lu Yaoyao fight valiantly among the evil spirits, Zhou felt a surge of heroism. Putting away his Broken Sword, he took up a regular long sword and charged out.
"Retreat quickly, don’t get bogged down in a war of attrition!" Zhou shouted to the group.
After all, Third Brother couldn’t hold on for long, and they didn’t know when the master could return. Even if he came back, it was uncertain whether he would continue hiding his identity for fishing.
"Understood!" The True Disciples gritted their teeth and advanced as fast as possible, seeing their leader dealing with the combined forces of the Yin Spirit and countless evil spirits.
Many evil spirits let out piercing screams and dissipated under their near-universal push.
But the dissipated Yin energy was crazily devoured by other evil spirits, making them even stronger.
They finally fought their way to the central area of Ghost City when a more furious roar suddenly sounded from behind.
"Humans, I will tear you into pieces!"
Just as the Yin Spirit’s roar ended, Yan Xiaohu came flying with three True Disciples, pale-faced, their eyes full of excitement and madness.
"Damn it, I thought Master Hu was crazy enough. After cutting off one of that Yin Spirit’s arms with great difficulty, who knew Li Shitao was even crazier. He had been lurking for who knows how long, grabbed the arm, chewed on it, and ran!"
Yan Xiaohu quickly started cursing.
"Third Brother, are you alright?" Seeing Third Brother descend, Zhou hurried forward.
Yan Xiaohu shook his head, "Hurry up, the more we kill these things, the more there are. They become even tougher after devouring each other. I have no idea why this Blood Tai Sui attracted so many evil spirits."
"Leader, we can only go upwards now. We’ll clear a path, and you bring up the rear!" One of them panted heavily as he spoke.
Yan Xiaohu nodded, then quickly scanned the area, his face grave, "Right, where’s Old Niu? Did he go crazy just now? He actually went after someone from Cangyan Daoist Palace alone."
Everyone immediately shook their heads, their faces full of worry, as they had yet to see Niu Guangmo.
Zhou quickly said, "Third Brother, actually Niu Guangmo is..."
Before Zhou could finish, Yan Xiaohu immediately shielded everyone behind him.
Out of nowhere, a sky full of red fog swept in like a bloody sandstorm, carrying an indescribable stench.
Many evil spirits were immediately wrapped in the fog, letting out a piercing scream before dissipating.
"How ridiculous, we thought we could play the role of the oriole, but our prey turned out to be the fisherman first."
Yan Xiaohu spat on the ground, then looked up at the sky.
Above them was a sky full of dense evil spirits and thick red fog.
The enraged Yin Spirit behind them was also closing in.
They were truly caught between a rock and a hard place.