The chains seemed to have eyes. The moment they shot out, they twisted toward the nearest person, and a spray of blood erupted as that person was pierced into a human beehive by countless chains.
Master emerged from the black vortex, his face utterly calm. But when he saw that he had already killed someone, a trace of reluctance appeared in his eyes.
"Zhou Ying, I never agreed to come help you fight and kill. I came here only for my disciple. As for whether you live or die, I honestly don't care that much." After he finished speaking, Master looked at me. He seemed to have no intention of showing support despite coming to our aid.
"Qiu Cunzhong, I didn't expect you to come either. But look at the situation now. Can we still win?" Grandma asked with a bitter smile.
Master's arrival shocked everyone from the Daoist sects. They all retreated to the same side. Their side had lost three people but still had seven left, while we had lost one and had only four remaining.
With Grandma's current injuries, she could probably deal with Li Jianchen, but the pressure from the remaining eight would fall entirely on Master and Grandpa Baishun.
I had originally wanted to ask Master to come, but he arrived at just the right time, as if he had decided that this was the moment to make his move.
Before Grandma left last time, she should have discussed this matter with Master. But Master had refused then because he didn't want to get entangled in this karma. After all, there were still too many students in the netherworld's underground abodes whom he had to protect. If the Daoist sects broke through the boundary and came down, what could one ghost like him do to