After listening, Brother Wang let out a cold laugh and tightened his grip on a Japanese katana.
"You traitor, you coward who clings to life and fears death.
"You could never understand that a nation's greatness and the inheritance of its beliefs require self-sacrifice."
With that, he showed no hesitation. He kicked off the ground and shot forward with a bang.
Seeing Brother Wang charge out, I knew this was our last chance.
I immediately shouted:
"Charge!"
As I spoke, I quickly followed after him.
The others saw this and shouted one after another:
"Kill!"
"Take them down!"
"Fight them to the death!"
"O-Odo-do..."
"..."
In an instant, all of us charged out.
Pan Ling, who was not even five feet seven, directly hoisted the over-six-foot-three Zhang Yuchen onto her back and charged forward with him.
When the traitorous Big Brother saw Brother Wang and the rest of us suddenly rush out with such obvious desperation, that life-loving bastard was so frightened that he staggered backward again and again.
Besides him, the Nine Corpse Daoist did the same.
He cultivated the Nine Corpses precisely in pursuit of immortality.
Having lost seven corpse bodies, he too quickly retreated when he saw Brother Wang erupt.
The other onmyoji, monks, and the rest were also panic-stricken, backing away repeatedly.
The Great Tengu was still covering his nose. Seeing this, Saiō immediately ordered:
"Stop them! Stop them..."
As he spoke, Saiō swung his mourning-stick staff.
Those Japanese evil ghost slaves let out howls and charged at us head-on without regard for their lives.
The Japanese onmyoji and the others, however, shrank back timidly, not daring to rush forward.
Facing the attacking Japanese evil ghosts, Brother Wang raised his katana and struck.
"Die!"
With one slash, the Japanese evil ghost charging at him was cut