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"": "Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Fourth Master Gray shrieked.
There was one detail worth noting: when Luo Bin recalled the Golden Silkworm Gu earlier, his next move had been to get Fourth Master Gray down.
But Little Gray Spirit and the Mountain Rats had rescued Fourth Master Gray almost simultaneously.
Now a group of Mountain Rats carried Fourth Master Gray, whose hind legs were impaired, while he snarled fiercely at the Nightmare Fiend from their backs.
Luo Bin drew the Five Thunder Pestle.
Bai Xian formed a lightning hand seal, utterly alert.
Xu Lu was still slumped on Luo Bin's back, not fully conscious. His head swayed slightly as he muttered in delirium.
"Old bastard... don't touch my dear Xian..."
"Damn you... I'll seal your three souls and seven po..."
At the summit of Elephant Mountain, inside the Outer Observatory smeared with mangled flesh and blood.
Only one Purple-Robed Real Person remained beside Zhou Sanming.
Dai Xingjie's move had been vicious beyond belief, not only to himself, but to everything around him. Anyone touched by his corpse flesh, bones, or blood had their flesh corroded-and even their souls.
Corpse liberation was terrifying. It was practically a case of sacrificing a thousand to inflict ten thousand in damage.
Shangguan Xingyue had failed to escape.
She had only managed to dodge the flying flesh in time.
Now she and the twenty-odd remaining Yin-Yang Practitioners were trapped inside the Main Hall, unable to advance or retreat.
Fang Jinyan stood beside her like a bodyguard.
Everyone stared at Zhou Sanming in the courtyard, trembling with fear.
It was strange. For a little while, Zhou Sanming had stood with his head slightly raised, seemingly gazing at something, motionless as a corpse.
Yet none of them dared make a rash move.