"Quick..."
The Hall Master immediately shouted, "Forget the fellow playing the flute! Retrieve the bodies first!"
"We mustn't let the offerings get swept away by the river, or we'll be in trouble!"
"Yes, Hall Master!"
Upon hearing that the offerings were about to be swept away, the cultists immediately realized how serious the situation was.
The Hall Master no longer dared to stand by and watch the battle. He could only begin casting spells, calling out the Human-Skin Ghosts to deal with Ye Qianfan and the others!
As for why the Hall Master had waited until now to act...
It was certainly because he had been left with no choice. He had little fighting ability of his own.
His abilities were summoning, performing sacrificial rites, and creating Human-Skin Ghosts!
Unless absolutely necessary, he simply couldn't bear to use those Human-Skin Ghosts. After all, making each one took an enormous amount of time and painstaking effort!
But now...
The situation had become so dire that refusing was no longer an option!
"Human skins of the four directions, heed my command! Kill all who defy our cult without mercy!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As the Hall Master issued his command, an eerie wind suddenly swept in!
Countless Human-Skin Ghosts flew out of the cave. Hong Qilin, who had been holding his own against several opponents, had his rhythm disrupted by these sudden reinforcements and began to look as though he was being driven steadily back.
"Shen Lang, let's go!"
Seeing that the Human-Skin Ghosts were coming out, Ye Qianfan knew they couldn't stay any longer.
With the cultists all busy retrieving the offerings and no one guarding the foot of the tree, he used Ye Fu to get down quickly, then took Shen Lang and sprinted off in another direction!
As for Hong Qilin,