Meanwhile, the flagstones beneath Ling Feifei's feet began to move.
No, the stones had instantly transformed into a bunch of gaunt, skeletal hands, reaching to grab Ling Feifei and Feng Feifei by the legs.
"Hahaha, fresh meat!"
"Come on, I've been hungry for years!"
"Come here, come embrace me obediently. I want that woman..."
A chorus of shrieks suddenly rang through the wind, chilling everyone to the bone. Feng Feifei let out a scream.
Pale-faced, Ling Feifei drew her spirit sword with a SHING! The blade flashed like lightning, severing the arm that had reached for her.
SHING! SHING! SHING!
Feng Feifei, Feng Yu, and the others all drew their swords and slashed at the terrifying creatures.
Wang Xian, however, stared coldly at the red-clad woman standing before the temple entrance. His lips moved. "Who are you?"
The red-clad girl flashed him a wicked smile, her lips moving...
Wang Xian felt his scalp prickle as if it were about to split. With a roar, he pulled two talismans from his robes and slapped them onto himself, one after the other.
Muttering as he patted his chest, he cried, "Om..." A golden light blazed, and a faint curtain of light enveloped him.
In Ling Feifei's eyes, Wang Xian's cultivation suddenly surged by two levels. He looked like a snarling wolf, ready to leap forward and bite someone.
But at this critical moment, no one could spare a thought for anyone else.
The five of them had to face not only the ghostly creatures emerging from beneath the flagstones, but also the young man in black.
The moment Wang Xian slapped on the talismans, the red-clad woman giggled and took a step forward.
It was as if she had emerged from the darkness and was walking toward the light.
Realizing something was