I didn't see Master among the crowd.
It looked like he still hadn't dealt with that female Onmyoji.
Mao Jing and I quickly rushed forward.
The sounds of fighting grew clearer and clearer.
"He Si, you'd better let me go.
"Otherwise, when the experts of my Nine Chrysanthemum Sect reach the Northeast, Flying Dragon Hall will be the first we cut down.
"And you, He Gui, will be the first to die..."
As soon as Murano Mita finished speaking, Fourth Master He's voice rang out:
"Pah! Back then, I descended the mountain with many of my fellow disciples to fight you Japanese little devils.
"I wasn't afraid of death back then. Now that I'm already dead, do you think I'd be afraid of you?"
Hearing this from afar, Mao Jing and I couldn't help but feel a sense of solemn respect.
Before his death, Fourth Master He had actually been a Daoist cultivating quietly in the mountains, and had even gone down the mountain to fight the Japanese invaders.
Mao Jing and I continued to pick up speed, quickly passing through a patch of bushes ahead.
There, we saw Murano Mita surrounded by Fourth Master He and the Ghost Immortals of Flying Dragon Hall.
She stood in the middle alone, holding a short blade.
That Slug Demon was perched on her neck, its eyestalks constantly sweeping the surroundings.
Fourth Master He led eight or nine Ghost Immortals surrounding her, making it difficult for her to escape.
Just as Mao Jing and I burst out of the bushes, Murano Mita launched an attack.
"Green Miasma Willow Leaf Technique..."
With that command, Murano Mita suddenly let out a cry of pain.
"Ah..."
Then, we saw what looked like cracks spreading across her skin as blood flowed out.
Before we could see clearly,