I shot him an angry glare, but the third brother never even looked at me. In his eyes, those with fewer tribulations should stay behind. Mu Zhongping, however, seemed to have high hopes for me and certainly would not agree to leave me behind. He frowned and said, "Enough nonsense. We've already made a break for it. Let's get out first."
The righteous cultivators also breathed a sigh of relief. If we started fighting among ourselves now, the unfair division of responsibilities would soon give the ghosts the upper hand, making our escape all the more difficult.
When we charged toward the northwest, two more eight-tribulation spirit ghosts flew straight at us. We had seen one of them earlier—it was one of the eight-tribulation spirit ghosts the third brother had spotted.
It seemed these ghosts had all prepared to intercept us. After all, we had been in the Immortal Kingdom for quite some time, and we were an elite force. The ghosts here were bound to have formed factions, and fighting over resources was perfectly normal. Resources from the divine towers, for example, were the reason they fought over territory. A large Market Ward like this also had many divine towers nearby, making it an ideal place for various factions to block our path and intercept us.
Of course, we would not pass up such an enormous Market Ward either. Most of the good things usually came from places like this, which was why everyone already had several magical treasures after making a circuit of the market.
But all of this clearly came at a price, and now it was time for us to pay it.
"Charge through!" Ye Yunqiu shouted, beginning an incantation himself. Countless flying swords spun around him, and an instant later, he shot toward the enemy