"A Nuo Master?"
The Hall Master looked toward Ye Qianfan and the others, resentment and fury flashing in his eyes. "Kill them all! I'll turn every last one of them into Human-Skin Ghosts, tattoo them alive, and skin them alive!"
"To vent the hatred in my heart!!!"
"Yes, Hall Master!"
At the Hall Master's command, the cultists nocked arrows and drew their bows, seemingly ready to attack at his next order.
And countless Human-Skin Ghosts in the sky watched them like tigers eyeing their prey...
Ye Qianfan and the others all took a step back.
After all...
The Heavenly River Cult members and the mass of Human-Skin Ghosts before them were clearly more than they could handle.
"I'll hold them off. Find a way to escape."
Ye Qianfan spoke.
It wasn't that he was particularly noble. He genuinely hoped everyone could get out.
But with his undying nature, his best bet was to find a chance to play dead, then let the Heavenly River Cult members chase the others. That would give Ye Qianfan an opening to escape!
"No way. We agreed to advance and retreat together."
Shen Lang took out the Bone Flute, apparently ready to fight to the death.
Li Pu and Shang Xueli also wore grave expressions, but neither had any intention of fleeing!
"Damn it. If only we could stall a little longer."
Shang Xueli suddenly said something cryptic, but Ye Qianfan's eyes lit up when he heard it. "What? Do you have a way?"
"Yes. Give me a little more time, and we can get through this crisis."
Shang Xueli nodded repeatedly.
Ye Qianfan didn't press her, because there wasn't time.
He simply said, "All right. Hurry and get whatever you need ready. Leave the stalling to me!"
"You old bastard of the Heavenly River