The hand had twisted his foot clean off. Fighting through the excruciating pain, he furiously drove his sword into the floor, and piercing screams immediately rose from beneath it.
But he was already too late to save that special forces soldier.
The talismans on the surrounding walls were finally soaked completely red with blood and fell away, revealing countless ghostly faces on the walls.
Deep in the corridor, densely packed ghostly figures broke through the concentrated gunfire and shrieked as they rushed into the hall, knocking down the special forces soldiers one after another and tearing at them.
"Aah!!"
Screams filled the entire hall.
"Master!!"
Seeing the situation spiral out of control, Wang Chaobei gritted his teeth and thrust his wooden sword into the floor. He immediately bit his finger and, using it as a brush and his blood as ink, swiftly inscribed a secret character on his right palm.
[Thunder]!
This was also the last spell he could still use.
"This disciple's skills are lacking! I cannot quell these Evil Entities and have allowed demons to surround us! My shame is unbearable! Founding master, please manifest your power! Grant me the Thunder Method! Banish evil and destroy demons!"
With a furious roar, he thrust out his hand. Crackling currents erupted from the character on his palm.
He raised his hand, then slammed it hard against the floor.
"Banish evil!"
Rumble-
Countless streaks of lightning spread outward from him in an instant. Every Evil Spirit in the hall let out a piercing shriek as Palm Thunder swept over them, reducing them to ashes in the electric currents.
But he also abruptly coughed up a mouthful of crimson blood.
He collapsed helplessly onto the floor.
"Master! Are you all right?!"
The special forces soldiers who had survived hurried over to him