When we saw Nine Corpse Daoist spit out a huge mouthful of black blood, we all sucked in a cold breath.
How toxic was that black blood? It had polluted the entire creek. Small fish and shrimp kept floating to the surface, dying as they emerged from the water. Wherever the black water flowed, dead fish appeared.
Yet after spitting out that mouthful of black blood, Nine Corpse Daoist wore a relieved expression.
"Ah! Much better!"
As he spoke, he removed the bamboo hat from his head, revealing his somewhat pale face.
It was daytime, and under the sun, faint corpse spots appeared on his skin.
He continued, "Rest for a while, then go out and eat a few people's hearts. This corpse body should recover, right? Hold on a little longer. Once my main body leaves seclusion, I can discard this corpse body. Flesh regenerating, eternal life... what an exciting prospect!"
Nine Corpse Daoist muttered to himself. Perhaps he had been a demonic Daoist for too long; there seemed to be something wrong with his mind.
He kept rambling to himself, saying all sorts of things.
At that moment, the seven of us had already reached our ambush positions.
Directly below us was that demonic Daoist, Nine Corpse Daoist.
Everyone exchanged glances, ready to attack at any moment.
Seeing that everyone was prepared, I made a hand signal, indicating that we would strike together on the count of three.
Today, we would make Nine Corpse Daoist's seventh corpse body die here.
Everyone nodded.
I raised three fingers and gripped Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud tightly in my other hand.
Three...
Two...
One.
The instant my final finger curled back, all seven of us exerted ourselves at once.
With a fierce push off the ground, everyone leaped into the air.
We charged