We were heading out of the mountain when Pan Ling said that, and my heart tightened.
I immediately frowned.
It looked like the Nine Corpse Daoist still had his eye on us. We absolutely could not split up.
I lowered my voice and said to everyone:
"Stay alert!"
Hearing me, everyone became vigilant as well.
After all these years of blades and bloodshed, all these years of narrowly escaping death, everyone had developed an exceptionally keen sense for danger.
Otherwise, we would not have survived until now...
The surrounding area was all forest, and we retraced our original path.
But as we passed a hilltop, a fierce chill wind suddenly rose beside us. Then howls rang out from the surrounding bushes as white-clad evil ghosts charged out one after another...
The moment those white-clad evil ghosts appeared, they opened their mouths wide, raised their claws, and slashed at us.
Seeing this, I immediately shouted:
"Watch out!"
Mao Jing drew his sword and charged in, while Pan Ling immediately guarded our flanks.
Supporting Tian Yong, I drew the Snake Bone Whip.
With a series of cracks, I began lashing out...
Zhang Yuchen still had no fighting strength. After opening the Blood Spirit Gate, unless he forcibly opened the Spirit Gate again, his weakened state would last for more than ten hours.
Zhang Yuchen drew his Coin Sword, ready to open the Spirit Gate at any moment.
"Ou Doudou, will this ever end?"
"That bastard Nine Corpses definitely doesn't want to let us go. Be careful not to fall down the slope."
"..."
There were not many ghosts, only a dozen or so.
Mao Jing took out more than half of them by himself, while Pan Ling and I dealt with the rest.
Before long, we had killed every one of those