My master did not care in the slightest and had no intention of covering his ears.
But it was fine. His cultivation was profound, so the Fierce Bell barely affected him when I rang it.
Pan Ling and Zhang Yuchen quickly covered their ears and held their breath.
I took out the Black Monks' Soul-Reaping Fierce Bell, activated the Black Lotus Seal, and began to shake it.
"Jingle, jingle, jingle..."
The bell rang out, its invisible chimes echoing across the entire riverbank.
The dozens of evil entities remaining around us all let out miserable screams of "Aah! Aah!" and clutched their ears.
I continued shaking it, making them dizzy and bloated, as though their bodies were about to burst.
In less than ten seconds, all those ghosts had collapsed onto the ground.
They rolled around and howled.
Only then did I stop shaking the bell in my hand.
Zhang Yuchen and Pan Ling finally released their hands, then picked up their rune-inscribed clubs and began harvesting them.
It was like playing golf. They went up and swung their clubs, smashing them directly into the evil entities' heads.
They showed no mercy, leaving none alive.
I carried Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud and hacked wildly at the evil entities around me, killing one with every slash.
Male or female, old or young.
Once corrupted, death was inevitable.
Though around thirty evil entities remained, the three of us swiftly wiped them out with our continuous attacks.
As for whether any of them had slipped into the river and escaped, there was no way to know. More than a hundred evil entities had come earlier, and we simply could not keep track of them all.
After killing off those evil entities, we headed toward where my master was.
My master held an iron hook that