With this slash, I cleaved a woman in two. The picture frame behind her fell down with her.
At that moment, the vicious paintings around us also charged toward us one after another.
In an instant, they were everywhere, filling us with terror.
Chen Kehan, Liu Ling'er, and the others did not just stand by either. They took out the magical treasures they had obtained earlier and continuously fought back.
Teacher Ma stretched out his hand, and the banana fan appeared in it. With a fierce wave, flames swept out, instantly devouring everything around us.
On the other side, Chen Kehan also picked up a gourd. Its mouth opened, and one evil ghost after another was sucked inside.
Seeing this, the masked man's expression did not improve. He merely said, "Be careful. The people in these paintings aren't ordinary Fierce Ghosts. They were all people who died here in the past. They were made into vicious paintings, so they retained the power of evil spirits, along with the strength they possessed in life."
As he spoke, the gourd in Chen Kehan's hand filled with ghosts. At that moment, a burly Fierce Ghost viciously struck down at him.
In the next instant, Chen Kehan's body was sent flying as if it had been hit by a truck. He cried out and collapsed to the ground, blood continuously spilling from his mouth.
"Damn it!" I roared. Demon Blade Muramasa fell from my hand, cleaving directly into the Fierce Ghost before me.
The sharp Demon Blade Muramasa cut him cleanly in half.
"Are you all right?" Teacher Ma shook Chen Kehan's body. Chen Kehan opened his mouth and said with difficulty, "My home address, my parents, my son."
"I know. I know all of it. I've memorized it," Teacher Ma shouted.
Chen Kehan