What storms had we not weathered before?
Now that we had the advantage in numbers, there was no way we were running.
This was Uncle Yu's father-in-law's home.
In that situation just now, the other side had outnumbered us, and we had no Tong Ghost qi supporting us.
Those evil masters had suppressed the Lu Family only through head-lowering curses, gu insects, their numerical advantage, and so on.
Even then, Uncle Yu had not run.
Now, we had ambushed and killed over a dozen of them. In terms of numbers, we even had two more people than they did.
My Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword was here, suppressing the surrounding gu insects. More than half their advantage was gone, so why the hell would we run?
Uncle Yu, Zhang Yuchen, and I exchanged glances without saying a word.
After spending all this time together, Uncle Yu knew our temperaments perfectly well.
Run? Absolutely impossible.
Besides, this was not a hopeless situation...
We each raised the ritual implements in our hands.
Everything went without saying. Not one of the three of us was a coward.
Uncle Yu immediately pulled a small bottle from his clothes.
"Take one each. It'll protect you from miasma poison!"
Zhang Yuchen took it straight away, opened the cap, and popped one into his mouth.
Without another word, I took one too. It was fishy and foul.
After we swallowed them, Uncle Yu gave a low shout.
"Kill!"
The three of us charged forward without hesitation.
Uncle Yu was overweight and his cultivation was low. He could not run faster than Zhang Yuchen, whose stamina had barely been drained.
At that moment, I held the Black Umbrella in my left hand and the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword in my right.
Up ahead, eleven people were already locked in