The terrifying aura spread out, instantly restraining us.
Uncle Yu and I were one thing; our cultivation was simply too low.
But even Master had been frozen in place. What kind of power was this?
Just as we said this, a loud clang rang out behind us—the unmistakable sound of Uncle Yu's Dragon-Head Cleaver hitting the ground.
Then Uncle Yu's hoarse voice followed:
"I... I feel... feel so awful..."
Before he could finish, there came another splurt, and warm liquid sprayed onto my neck.
"Uncle Yu! Uncle Yu, what's wrong?"
I cried out in panic, struggling to regain control of my body.
But it was useless. My entire body was locked in place.
Other than speaking and moving my eyes, my body was as stiff as stone.
My blood and qi churned violently as well, making me feel utterly miserable.
Uncle Yu did not answer. There was only a thud as he fell to the ground.
Uncle Yu's cultivation could not withstand such terrifying pressure. His life was hanging by a thread.
Master's face twisted with fury as he forced out through clenched teeth:
"D-damn it..."
After saying that, the veins in Master's neck bulged.
Then his eyes snapped open. With a bang, a surge of true qi erupted from his body.
As though breaking free from a cage, he instantly regained his mobility.
The black-clad Rakshasa ghost revealed a sinister smile.
"You're somewhat interesting. But mortals are still mortals in the end."
Master did not waste any words this time. He raised his hand and hurled a yellow talisman at the black-clad Rakshasa ghost.
He grabbed me with one hand, lifted Uncle Yu with the other, and retreated, trying to put some distance between us and the black-clad Rakshasa ghost.
The yellow talisman exploded with a boom. Its power