Despite the icy chill in his heart.
Yang Yong still vaulted onto the roof of the farm truck.
His left hand gripped the Two-Yang God-Sealing Banner, while his right clutched the crack-riddled Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.
Blood-red energy surged around him.
He prepared to lead the convoy in a headlong charge, forcing a path through the swarm of Eerie.
Just then-
The violent roar of a motorcycle and the bellow of an off-road vehicle's engine came from behind the convoy!
The team that had charged off to take on the Axe Gang Eerie hadn't all died after all!
With only one off-road vehicle and one motorcycle left, they turned around and raced back in utter disarray!
On the off-road vehicle's roof, two girls in school uniforms looked battered and bloodied:
One had an arrow nocked to her bow, her Supernatural Power exhausted, sweat pouring off her;
The other held a scepter, her holy aura faint, her body swaying on the verge of collapse.
On the motorcycle, the blond boy wreathed in flames had had his right arm torn apart. Blood gushed out, and his flames were as dim as candlelight.
All three were in a wretched state, having clearly barely escaped the Axe Gang Eerie with their lives.
Yang Yong watched them and sneered inwardly.
You wanted to use us as shields a moment ago. Feeling the pain now?
His expression remained unchanged, however. He took the loudspeaker Mang Dabiao handed him, his steady voice cutting through the night:
"You've already seen how powerful the Axe Gang Eerie behind us are. Charge straight at them, and you'll die."
"Why not join forces? Break through these hundred ghosts and fight our way out!"
The others froze, never expecting Yang Yong to propose joining forces instead of holding a grudge.
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