The exit finally appeared.
In that instant, everyone was overwhelmed with excitement.
We all ran forward like mad, but there were still seven or eight mutated evil spirits ahead of us, while the black hole behind us was only five meters away. We could be swallowed at any moment.
Those mutated evil spirits howled as they charged at us in a frenzy, trying to keep us here.
They even rasped out hoarse words:
"Stay!"
"Stay!"
"You cannot leave!"
"..."
Mao Jing, who was at the front, let out a furious roar:
"Die!"
"Ou Doudou, go die!"
The two of them charged forward like madmen.
After despair, we had finally caught a glimpse of hope. No one could stop us now.
What was even more surprising was that after Zhang Yuchen roared, those of us behind him could clearly sense a burst of true energy erupting from his body.
It seemed he had broken through...
Facing seven or eight devolved mutated evil spirits, Mao Jing and Zhang Yuchen hacked and slaughtered with ferocious force.
Senior Brother and I supported Master, while Pan Ling carried Daoist Qingshan on her back behind us as we ran forward quickly.
One mutated evil spirit after another fell.
But one still lunged at us. I released Master, raised Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud, and slashed at it.
Yet my injuries were too severe and my exhaustion too great; my movements were badly distorted.
Against that mutated evil spirit, I actually failed to kill it in one strike. As it opened its jaws to bite down on my head—
Inside the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword, the Tong Ghost Hand, which had been terrified all night, finally shot out at this critical moment.
A thick Tong Ghost Hand appeared, covered in flashing blue-black scriptures.
With a swish, it slashed out,