"How were there so many?" The Yan Yang couple turned pale with shock.
They had originally seen only a dozen or so Nirvana Stage ghostly creatures, yet now more than a dozen had caught up with them in one breath.
There were even more than they had seen before.
"This is bad. There are many more ghostly creatures hiding in the shadows—we've stirred up a hornet's nest. Wanyang, what do we do?" Murong Qiuyan said through gritted teeth, panic rising in her heart.
Over a dozen Underworld Nirvana Stage ghostly creatures—such a force was utterly terrifying. They were completely frightened.
"If that is truly the case..." Zhang Wanyang fell into thought, then glanced from the corner of his eye at Yang Chen, who was chasing after them from behind.
"You need to make a decision quickly. They're about to catch us!" Murong Qiuyan grew anxious.
Zhang Wanyang became anxious as well.
Looking back, he saw that those ghostly creatures were clearly several degrees faster than they were.
In the blink of an eye, they were about to be overtaken.
Zhang Wanyang's heart trembled in fear. He then said, "Then we can only use the trump card we prepared at the beginning and flee first. But if we escape like this, Yang Chen will likely have to be left here. When that happens, he will undoubtedly die."
Murong Qiuyan gave a coquettish snort. "Why do you care about him?"
Zhang Wanyang still could not quite bear it. "But that boy must be human too. If we do this, wouldn't it be..."
"Hmph, Zhang Wanyang, don't give me that nonsense. If we don't abandon that boy now, those ghostly creatures will kill the two of us later. Do you care more about that boy's life, or the lives of the two of