Crash!
The floodwaters surged!
At the first instant, Xu Yuan unfurled four layers of ghost domains, forming an isolated island amid the flood.
On the island, only a handful of fist sect masters, Zhuge Shan, and Su Bingbing had survived.
"No... Ying'er!"
A master dropped to one knee, staring at a figure surfacing in the floodwaters as he let out a heart-rending wail.
"If you don't want to die... come over here, closer to the center of the island!"
Xu Yuan shouted, his expression ugly.
Even with four layers of ghost domains spread open, he could feel them being relentlessly suppressed and eroded...
And this was not even the power of that 'Heavenly Demon'!
It was the erosion of golden skeletons, bizarre human faces, severed limbs and broken corpses, as well as countless ritual implements within the waters!
These were all incomplete ghosts. Some had come from Great Buddha Temple, while others had belonged to the various fist masters.
But now, soaked together in the waters of the River of Death, they had become accomplices to the tiger, beginning to surge madly toward the survivors!
Ooooo...
Wave after wave of all manner of supernatural attacks spread across the little island.
Before one elderly fist master could even speak, chunks of flesh fell from his body, leaving only a skeleton behind. Without looking back, he walked into the torrent.
Liu Yihang isn't here. Is he dead?
Xu Yuan stood faintly pressed against Zhuge Shan and Su Bingbing from the Skyweb Bureau as he asked, "Doesn't your Skyweb Bureau have contingency plans for something like this?"
"Who could have expected Zen Master Sacred Heart to fall to demons..." Zhuge Shan gave a bitter laugh. "The bureau only has one Grandmaster, and he might not even be able to take on that old