With the ghosts briefly driven back, He Zheng, An Ke, and Ye Lin sped up desperately, heading over to join Zhang Tie and the others.
There was still some distance between them and the Immortal Gate. Without the candle's protection, they had no way of reaching it while the ghosts pursued them.
"He Zheng! Hurry!!"
Unlike Ye Lin and An Ke, whose abilities were almost like teleportation, He Zheng's Leaping Slash took time. Behind him, the ghosts had already begun to recover, countless spectral figures emerging from every corner.
Boom!!
He Zheng crashed to the ground and joined Zhang Tie, clutching his chest with a pale face.
He was deathly pale, as though a ghost had attacked him, and he could not even run.
"Give me a hand!!"
Seeing how badly He Zheng was doing, the three hurriedly reached out. But the instant Zhang Tie extended his hand beyond the candlelight, Li Tianyang's expression changed sharply beside him, and an overwhelming sense of unease erupted in his heart.
Something's wrong! As He Zheng approached, he sensed no sign of life, only an icy chill.
Almost before he could react, He Zheng's eyes suddenly filled with venomous hatred. He grabbed Zhang Tie, who was holding the candle, and pulled him closer. Then his mouth split open all the way to the top of his head, and he blew at the candle!
Behind him, the real He Zheng had only just emerged from the Main Hall and launched his Leaping Slash!
"Watch out!"
"He's a fake!! Ghost Eye saw me!!"
He Zheng's eyes nearly tore from their sockets, but suspended in midair, he had no way to stop the ghost from blowing out the candle!
Zhang Tie had no means of fighting ghosts, Li Tianyang was utterly spent, and Huang Liang had