They had made a mistake.
Zhu Xin gritted his teeth as the Celestial Master next to him slumped to the ground.
They had been completely deceived.
The cracking sounds around him filled his ears as the moving corpses rushed towards him like rabid dogs. All his talismans were finished and all he had was his peach wood sword.
He gritted his teeth and removed his hand from the deep, long gash on his rib. Blood began to gush forth in rivulets causing him excruciating pain.
He moved through it and swung the sword cutting off the heads of the corpses that were closest to him while he moved backwards. He could not die here, if he died, then what would happen to his Shixiong?
They finally meet!