The Leng Family's Ambush Succeeds

His voice was soft as he began chanting the spell.

After only three lines, the paper house behind him started twisting even more violently.

Ghostfire flickered incessantly in its round windows, like eyes.

The square door that spewed black mist even opened and closed repeatedly, like a mouth.

Thick black fog continuously billowed from the entire paper house, making it incomparably eerie.

Not only that, just as the man in black was about to chant the final spell verse,

a massive amount of true energy began pouring out from his entire body.

This was a prerequisite for casting the spell.

For this kind of lengthy incantation ritual, interrupting his casting at this moment would certainly injure him severely.

Yet the opening words of his final spell verse made all our hearts tremble.

Yellow Springs Ghost Art.

This was the signature evil art of the Yellow Springs Valley Leng Family.

That man in black had just been called "Uncle Leng" by the paper effigy girl.

And now, he had chanted the four words "Yellow Springs Ghost Art" as the opening words of his spell.

This guy really was a demonist from the Leng Family of Yellow Springs Valley...

Shocked, the other three also wore looks of astonishment.

But I did not hesitate at all.

The three fingers counting down also finished their countdown the moment he uttered the words "Yellow Springs Ghost Art."

"Go!"

I spoke in a low voice.

In an instant, the four of us sprang from the bushes and charged straight at the demonist in black below.

A distance of ten meters was nothing to us.

Before he could react, before the man in black could even chant the next line,

the four of us had already closed to within seven meters of the demonist, one after another.