It seemed it was already far too late for everything.
Yu Chenglin desperately needed someone to share his success and joy. He kept talking, kept roaring, his state bizarre in the extreme.
"Hey... didn't you say ghosts made using Jade Cicadas all have weaknesses? Like water turning into ice-although it can resist draining away, it's still afraid of the scorching sun."
Qin Manjiang suddenly asked Mei Sijun in a low voice.
Yu Chenglin whipped his gaze toward him. A mocking expression appeared on his completely deformed face, and he laughed without restraint. "Hahaha... yes! You can sing the [Pure Heaven and Earth Divine Mantra], just as I did to Zhao Qigong. He couldn't resist it. Like ice and snow meeting the sun, he could only melt away unwillingly... but only if-"
The exaggerated smile on his face was utterly loathsome as he shouted at Qin Manjiang and the others, "There are fewer than five!"
"Why do you think I insisted on getting five Jade Cicadas?"
"I want perfection!"
"Only five Jade Cicadas can break free of the Daoist's spells in the opera!"
"You... just wait to die!"
"Hahahahaha..."
His terrifying, exaggerated laughter even drowned out the torrential rain and the sounds of the giant ghost burning, but everyone had already run out of options...
Because what he said was true.
Was this where it ended?
The crackling blaze and the rushing rain intertwined with Yu Chenglin's horrifying laughter, sealing off their last path to survival.
The time Yan Xiao's scalpel had bought them was nearly up, too. Death was closing in.
But just then, Qin Manjiang suddenly tugged at the hem of Mei Sijun's clothes, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Sing the [Pure Heaven and Earth Divine Mantra], quick. Trust me."
Yu Chenglin made no attempt to hide