After I swung the fan, waves of sinister energy carrying the Three-Skull Round Fan's bizarre power turned into wisps of black wind and blew out from the bushes with a whoosh.
That single swing felt as though it had drained me dry, leaving me terribly uncomfortable.
But I gritted my teeth and held on. At this final moment, there absolutely could not be any mistakes.
We had to kill them and take the Curse-Lifting Talisman.
The Old Crone and the other evil masters had not prepared in advance.
Only when the bizarre black wind swept toward them and struck them in the face did they notice it.
The Old Crone was the first to react.
"Not good. It's that bizarre black wind from before. They've caught up with us."
The other two men's expressions changed drastically at her words.
They drew the long blades they carried and looked around vigilantly...
Then one of them spoke.
"Watch out!"
With that, he slashed at the air beside him.
Clearly, the black energy from the Three-Skull Round Fan had already taken effect, and they were seeing illusions.
But the black energy produced by one swing was extremely thin.
Moreover, it covered only a small area and could last at most seven or eight seconds.
The two evil masters protected the Old Crone as they retreated continuously through the black mist.
They slashed several times at the air beside them.
At that moment, I drew the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword. Zhang Yuchen and Uncle Yu had long been ready.
I watched for the moment when the sinister energy would dissipate. In the final three seconds, I immediately shouted in a low voice.
"Move!"
My voice was very quiet as I rushed forward with my sword raised.
Zhang Yuchen and Uncle Yu charged out