"Shouldn't we leave now?" Shen Beichen's legs had gone weak. He had only come to watch the show, never expecting to encounter something like this.
"It's too late to walk out." Jiang Tianhao wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned around as he said, "We'll have to run..."
"Run... run!" Qin Wenhan bitterly regretted coming. With the Netherworld Knight's terrifying presence and sheer numbers, how the hell could any human fight them?
Without another word, the three took to their heels, not daring to look back.
But they had barely gotten anywhere when someone shouted behind them, "Young Master Qin, wait for me... the Yin Souls here are too powerful, and there are far too many of them. I can't beat them..."
Qin Wenhan was so furious that his face turned green. If you can't beat them, don't run toward us! You're going to get us killed!
Unfortunately, he didn't have a brick in his hand. Otherwise, he would have hurled it straight at Master Jia's head.
He gritted his teeth and ran even faster.
Just then, chilling winds suddenly rose from every direction. Fallen leaves whirled up from the ground, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a coldness bored straight into their bones.
Their vision blurred for an instant, and a squad of Netherworld Soldiers appeared silently a short distance ahead of them.
Clad in pitch-black armor, they held rusted scimitars, green flames flickering in their eye sockets. The Ghost Horses beneath them breathed out gusts of frigid air.
All three skidded to a halt. Looking at the Netherworld Soldiers before them, they wailed inwardly, We're fucking done for this time.
"Why did you stop running?" Just then, Master Jia caught up from behind, panting for breath. Seeing the ranks of Netherworld Soldiers ahead, he cried out anxiously, "Young