The sentimental tiger demon looked at Wang Quan, then at his companions, and finally drew a deep breath:
"That's right. Divine abilities and spells affected us and made us hallucinate."
"We aren't actually dead."
"Dead tigers can't talk. We can still talk, so naturally, we're alive."
The other tiger demons nodded in agreement. "Exactly. That makes perfect sense."
As he spoke, the sentimental tiger's fur returned to normal. He bounced with delight, pointing at the ghost gods beyond the rift and spouting wild boasts:
"You bastards, go on, keep trying to fool me!"
The ghost gods were speechless.
Fuck, they had run into a pack of imbeciles. They had clearly seen the truth and knew they were dead, yet they still covered their ears while stealing a bell.
How utterly-infuriating!
The local ghost gods flew into a rage. They blew out gusts of yin wind, sweeping up their descendants and sending the ghosts and monsters charging at the tiger demons.
The tiger demons charged forward with strange howls. Amid a flurry of punches and kicks, they actually drove the many ghosts, monsters, and ghost gods' descendants back step by step.
"You bastards are nothing special."
Leading Brother Tiger and Tigerish Vigor, Childhood Sweetheart Tiger slaughtered in every direction. For a moment, her heart felt unburdened. She threw back her head and roared, pointing at the ghost gods and hurling abuse.
The ghost gods ground their teeth. "How dare you act so arrogantly!"
"Do you really think we have no means of dealing with you?"
They exchanged glances, then, disregarding the danger, used their methods to snatch ghosts and monsters from far away.
These ghosts and monsters were weak in direct combat, but all possessed uncanny methods.
One ghost landed and rolled across the ground, actually transforming into a dried-up well.