Seeing the Jiang Wangs charging at him, Baili Xuanyan roared and rushed in one direction.
As long as I break out of this encirclement, I still have a chance!
Besides, there can't be this many ghosts on this mountain. These are all illusions!
Even as that thought crossed his mind, Baili Xuanyan reached one of the Jiang Wangs.
Raising his wooden stick high, Baili Xuanyan shouted and brought it down on Jiang Wang.
Poof!
The Jiang Wang before him dissolved into mist, but before Baili Xuanyan could celebrate, he swung his stick at another Jiang Wang lunging at him from the side.
Cloud after cloud of mist appeared as Baili Xuanyan kept attacking.
The mist grew so thick that it engulfed him.
After dispersing who knew how many Jiang Wangs, Baili Xuanyan felt his arms aching unbearably.
He wanted to stop, but the Jiang Wangs around him would not let him.
After dispersing another Jiang Wang, Baili Xuanyan seethed with frustration, but there was nothing he could do.
"Is there really nothing else I can do..."
Baili Xuanyan lowered his aching arms and opened his mouth to shout, "I want to withdraw."
But the moment his mouth opened, a hand thrust inside and grabbed his tongue.
Stunned, Baili Xuanyan felt a sharp pain erupt in his mouth.
Rip!
A piece of his tongue was torn out and flung away.
Baili Xuanyan instantly passed out from the pain, only to be jolted awake by the agony of his hands being devoured.
He passed out, then woke again.
Over and over...
Several minutes later, the Jiang Wangs slipped back into the mist and disappeared.
All that remained was a human-shaped pool of blood.
A breeze swept past, clearing the mist from a patch of treetops and revealing a figure above.
Clutching his