More malevolent entities had already charged in.
I had no reason to let everyone protect me here alone.
Nor did I want to become a burden to them.
"Everyone, let's go!"
I spoke.
Seeing that I truly intended to fight, everyone understood my temperament.
Mao Jing nodded.
"Stay by my side!"
"Alright!"
I nodded. I knew that if I fought alone now, these evil entities would surely kill me.
By Mao Jing's side, he could take a great deal of pressure off me.
Zhang Yuchen licked his lips.
"Then let's drive back this darkness!"
Pan Ling swung her sword as well.
"Let's take them down together."
The moment she finished speaking, the four of us exchanged glances.
Then, we shouted in unison:
"Kill!"
In an instant, the four of us charged into the mutated ghost horde. Facing the densely packed swarm of mutated ghosts, we all attacked.
Aside from us, the investigators around us were almost all fighting around me.
Because I was the target of these mutated evil entities.
The battle became exceptionally fierce. I had originally possessed the highest cultivation and greatest combat strength among the four of us.
But after suffering severe injuries, I was now the weakest fighter.
Even drawing a breath made my chest hurt.
I could keep fighting only by relying on a single breath and the will in my heart.
I did not want to burden anyone. Everyone was risking their lives in battle, so how could I rest?
The Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword kept slashing, but in this environment, the Tong Ghost Hand did not dare emerge.
It was afraid—afraid of the resentment emanating from the Great Fiend Eye.
The Great Fiend Eye above us was also steadily fading away.
Yet it remained a tangible presence, locked onto me the entire time.