With one slash, the Petrified Iron-Fisted Evil Ghost threw a punch at me.
With a loud bang, the evil ghost's iron fist was instantly cleaved apart, and my sword struck its face.
With a boom, it exploded on the spot.
As I killed that Petrified Evil Ghost with a single sword strike, Master leaped into the swarm. With his overwhelmingly powerful Heavenly Surge Realm cultivation, he instantly scattered the insects and attacked one of the Black Shamans.
It immediately gave quite a few fellow Daoists a chance to catch their breath.
But below, the ghost horde surged like a tide, and the insect swarm spread like a sea.
They came in dense masses, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
Master stood at the forefront alone, blocking them head-on and cutting through them in every direction, refusing to let these evil entities advance even a single step...
Uncle Yu did not dare charge forward, but he assisted another Daoist at the side and joined up with Tian Yong.
After killing the Petrified Evil Ghost, I immediately looked toward Zhang Yuchen. Blood stained the corner of his mouth, and he was gasping for breath.
I could not spare any thought for anything else and immediately asked,
"Old Zhang, where is Mao Jing?"
Desperation filled my voice as I hoped to hear the answer I wanted.
But what I saw in Zhang Yuchen's eyes was loss and sorrow.
"Brother Mao... he... he fell in the line of duty..."
The moment he said that, Zhang Yuchen's eyes reddened, and tears spilled from them.
That single sentence struck me like a bolt from the blue.
If someone else had said it, I would have doubted them.
But when Zhang Yuchen said it, I truly could not accept it.
"No... impossible. With his cultivation,