Master grew fiercer with every exchange, even without the advantage of the terrain.
But in curses, methods of attack, and talismans, Master held an absolute advantage.
The werewolf Mark was already done for, soaking in the marsh and unable to crawl even if he tried.
Leng Binghai had also been beaten severely by Master. His face was pale, and he coughed up blood from time to time. His condition did not look good.
The only troublesome one now was this Leng Family ghost.
Not only was he immensely powerful, but he could also use certain ghost arts. He was not to be underestimated.
Master held my sword and slashed continuously.
But after fighting for a while, the other side began taking advantage of the marshy terrain.
He was a ghost and could fight while floating above the ground.
Master could not. He needed something to brace against.
Little by little, he lured Master toward the deadwood-covered areas, where the marshes were deeper and the mud thicker.
That put Master at a slight disadvantage, and we could not gather enough deadwood to throw over there anytime soon.
That made the situation rather complicated.
Mao Jing was the first to speak.
"If this keeps up, Senior Song may end up at a disadvantage."
"That's right. Fighting in this marsh is far too unfavorable for Senior Song."
Pan Ling chimed in as well.
Though I could see the situation clearly, there was nothing I could do.
With the abilities we had, we could not help Master at all! What were we supposed to do?
I frowned, worrying over it as well.
But then another thought struck me.
No, there was still a chance.
Wasn't this guy luring Master toward the marsh? Then Master just had to refuse to take the bait.
His main