The other three Evil Ghosts formed the same hand seal as the scale-faced Evil Ghost and chanted, "Gods and Devils of the netherworld, accept my mutilated body..."
Prince Qin's Flying Sword and Prince Wei's wind blades swept through at high speed, instantly cutting the four Evil Ghosts into more than a dozen pieces. Yet the severed chunks of corpses floated in the air, writhing incessantly. Blood flowed out, but like boiling water, it churned over the bodies.
Prince Qin said, "Too late. I didn't expect these Evil Ghosts to be so resolute."
Yan Chihuo saw the eight enormous Evil Ghosts halt not far away, their faces all twisted savagely. They looked nothing like what Prince Wei had said earlier—that once the Evil Ghosts controlling the formation died, the formation would cease operating and they, too, would disperse.
Snow Fairy asked, "What's going on?"
Impatience appeared on Prince Wei's face. He seemed unwilling to answer, but restrained himself and said, "Those Evil Ghosts just now used themselves as sacrifices to activate the formation. Even if they die, the Illusory Demon Grand Formation will continue operating on its own, and the obsessions they held before death will affect the formation as well. In other words, not only will these eight enormous Evil Ghosts not vanish, they will continue hunting us down."
Snow Fairy's eyes widened round. She truly could not have imagined such a situation. In her view, with Prince Qin and Prince Wei here, everything should have been solvable. Yet now these two had become clay bodhisattvas crossing a river—unable even to save themselves.
Yan Chihuo had not expected this either, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. I've revealed my true form. How am I supposed to explain it after getting out? Even he had not expected that, in