"Boss! What do we do? Ghosts are coming from both sides!" Third Brother's face had gone frighteningly pale, but Mu Zhongping seemed to have seen plenty of scenes like this. He said, "We can only go forward. Otherwise, we'll crash into the painted boat."
Third Brother might have been crafty, but when driven to the brink, he still understood how to choose. He immediately led a group of old comrades charging ahead. The orthodox path saw the situation and understood the choice as well. Ye Yunqiu said decisively, "I'll use Sword Song. You protect me. When the time comes, I'll carve out a passage ahead, and everyone can charge through!"
"Good! Fellow Daoist Ye, be careful!" Suo Quan immediately agreed. After all, using a great move consumed the most essence energy. With someone taking the lead, no one would object.
Including Wei Guangyu, none of them still harbored any grudge against Ye Yunqiu. He brought his Dao companion to either side of Ye Yunqiu, each releasing small sword techniques to attack the horde of ghosts charging over.
For a moment, everyone brought out their magical treasures. Wave after wave of charging ghosts quickly fell. After all, the strength of Eight Tribulation True Immortals was still overwhelming, and harvesting them was not difficult at all. Now they only had to wait for Ye Yunqiu to chant an area-wide Sword Song. Then the encirclement would have a gap.
At this time, Mu Zhongping still had not made a move. He glanced around and said to Third Brother, "Third Brother, take some people and attack a little to the left. Follow the orthodox path's example. We'll open a gap too."
Third Brother said he understood and led several old comrades into battle. I frowned and could not help transmitting my voice, "Great Sect