I was leading a group of people who lived in constant fear, hiding everywhere we could.
The Fierce Ghosts around us were growing more numerous, slaughtering one another. Among them, I saw many Weird Tales from Fuso, as well as Weird Tales from Magic City.
The battles between Weird Tales were terrifying beyond words. These Fierce Ghosts were displaying unbelievable abilities.
There were battles between Fierce Ghosts everywhere—on the rooftops, inside the rooms, and even on the walls. The two sides were fighting with such ferocity that they had reached the point of fighting to the death.
Yet as someone fleeing for his life, I felt humiliated at that moment.
Because the moment we appeared, the Fierce Ghosts that had been slaughtering one another in a frenzy unexpectedly attacked us in unison!
In just five minutes, five people on our side had already died!
"Damn it!" I gritted my teeth and brought Demon Blade Muramasa down. The Evil Spirit before me was wiped out by that single slash.
"Those bastards don't care whether we live or die!"
"We'd better run!"
I led everyone onward, hiding and dodging all the way until we were thoroughly battered and bedraggled. At that moment, we disregarded everything and ran frantically toward the outskirts.
Although battles were breaking out everywhere in Magic City and Evil Spirits were everywhere, the powerful Evil Spirits had all gathered in the city center. So if we wanted to hide, it actually wasn't that difficult.
All the way there, I held Demon Blade Muramasa and guarded the front, slaughtering countless Fierce Ghosts.
By then, I had gone berserk with bloodlust. Whoever blocked our path would be cut down by me.
I felt an indescribable fury surging in my heart. It had already been incredibly difficult for us to survive. Yet