The Five Ghosts had come and gone in the blink of an eye. As the miner's life ebbed away, the five ghostly figures vanished without a trace.
Compared with the brutal, wide-ranging slaughter on the battlefield, this silent, uncanny attack was far more terrifying. The fear and despair in the miner's eyes as he died sent a chill down one's spine.
The fighting on the battlefield grew ever more frenzied. Those with weaker skills had already met their ends. Everyone still capable of fighting was a master among masters. No had already killed the expert wearing the Nuo opera mask, and three others, including the Monk Who Broke the Precepts, were now keeping him firmly occupied. No's goal was to break through and kill the Candle Bearer. He knew the man; during the battle in the forest last time, he had let him escape by sheer luck.
This time, he would finish what he had left undone.
Things weren't looking good for Water Lord and River Goddess, either. They faced a great many skilled opponents, some of whom were difficult even for people of their caliber to handle. More of the tender shoots Water Lord had just grown on his head had been plucked out, and he trembled with pain.
River Goddess had been ambushed several times and took a sword to the back. A hideous wound appeared across her snowy-white skin. But the one who had attacked her didn't fare any better: the ghost butterflies she released killed him and froze him into an ice sculpture.
"Phew—" Old Man, who had been watching the battle, finally moved. He focused on Su Xiaoxiao and Su An. "Miss Su, it's time. Let's begin, just as we planned."
Su Xiaoxiao patted her younger brother's palm and stepped forward alone. To Jiang Cheng's