Seeing this, Master and I exchanged a glance.
Seeing Black Emperor still squatting nearby, studying the black flames that were gradually dying out, Master charged straight at the ghost horde without a second thought.
When I saw Master move, I did not hesitate either and quickly followed.
Facing the dozen or so vicious ghosts that had climbed up, Master and I were utterly fearless.
Master had not brought any ritual implements with him. He went in with a punch and directly blew apart one evil ghost.
Then came a spinning kick, followed by a mountain-splitting palm.
Several evil entities were all blasted apart on the ground.
I, however, had the Fish Bone Sword and Black Umbrella to protect myself.
I drew the Fish Bone Sword and went straight in to stab them.
Against a few evil entities that were only at the White-Clothed level, wasn't that easy as pie?
But there was a very serious problem.
The ghosts below the valley were clearly becoming a little uncontrollable.
One after another, they kept climbing up the cliff.
There had only been a dozen or so just now, but now more than twenty had climbed up, and there were even more evil entities below.
It felt like even more would appear before long.
Yet Black Emperor was intently studying those black flames.
It was as though the black fungus formed from Master's tears, and the black flames that had appeared afterward, possessed something extraordinary.
At this moment, he even spat some sort of triangular iron box from his dog mouth.
It was tiny, only a little larger than a fingernail.
But the box was exquisitely made. One look was enough to tell that it was no ordinary item.
Finally, Black Emperor extended a dog paw and dabbed it with a tiny bit