When those dense flocks of crows appeared, Pan Ling, who was not far away, immediately sensed the danger and shouted:
"Brother Jiang, I can sense powerful evil energy. We have to leave quickly!"
Even without Pan Ling saying so, I had already felt it.
An intense corpse fiend aura had surged out from within Medicine King Temple.
It swept toward us like crashing waves, whooshing through the air.
"Ou Doudou, a corpse demon has appeared."
"We can't stay here any longer!"
"Why do I sense a trace of an evil god's power?"
"..."
Everyone spoke up in turn, all looking toward Medicine King Temple.
After a brief hesitation, the Japanese monks around us also cried out in alarm:
"What a powerful aura!"
"Has Lord Tengu emerged?"
"Lord Tengu, please save us believers!"
"The Chinese fiends killed the abbot! Lord Tengu, hurry and kill them!"
"..."
For a while, the Japanese monks around us kept shrieking and yelling nonstop.
I could not understand them, until Mao Jing finally said:
"They're calling upon the Tengu deity they worship. It may be like Abyssal Moon Soul—the evil entity worshipped here is extremely powerful. We must leave quickly!"
If Xiao Yu's true spirit had not appeared at Abyssal Moon Soul, there was no way we could have defeated Nine Chrysanthemum Magatsuhi Lord and Gloomy Nine Thunder Princess.
If another demon or corpse monster of that level appeared, we might truly end up staying here forever.
Senior Brother was still tugging at the white-robed monk's soul. That monk had been highly cultivated and had likely practiced some kind of technique.
Even after death, he retained a certain amount of strength and clarity. He also knew that once he was dragged out, he would undoubtedly die.
He was currently struggling against Senior Brother's pull...
Seeing how