After shouting that, Zhang Yuchen and I quickly retreated.
On the other side, Daoist Feiyun had also suffered severe internal injuries.
Forcing himself to duel Daoist Taipu with magic just now had harmed him greatly.
He had now lost nearly eighty to ninety percent of his combat strength.
At that moment, his two disciples were escorting him as they retreated...
"Fellow friends, retreat quickly!"
"Daoist, retreat!"
"..."
Daoist Feiyun's group kept shouting.
The three of them were in no condition to charge over and help us.
Pang Ke and Gan Yue could only escort Daoist Feiyun away. It would already be a blessing if they could break out of the encirclement.
So they could not linger and could only withdraw before the encirclement fully formed.
"Argh, argh!"
"Stay!"
"Stay behind."
"..."
The evil spirits kept howling, filled with nothing but a desire to kill.
By the time I had finished collecting the souls, Zhang Yuchen and I were already completely surrounded.
After putting away the Heaven-and-Earth Bag, I drew the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword again and found evil ghosts all around us.
Ghostly shrieks rang out without end as one spirit after another charged at us.
Their claws and fangs carried coldness and death.
The two of us faced dozens of evil spirits head-on, striking back without pause.
At last, we glanced at each other and curled our lips into cold smiles.
"Old Zhang, us brothers are surrounded again!"
Zhang Yuchen panted heavily, a faint sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Ou Doudou, Brother Jiang, are you scared?"
"Scared? The only time I was scared was in the Nine Corpse Tower. Here? I'm really not afraid!"
"Right. We're fighting a high-level match. Count to three, then we'll kill our way out together!"
"Alright!"
With that, Zhang Yuchen and