At the same time, from two or three other directions, the ordinary people and undercover disciples who had previously gone missing emerged from the darkness, their bodies contorted in the same twisted manner as they charged the crowd!
Li Chunfeng's face was deathly pale.
He watched, wide-eyed, as a Cursed Grudge—a former companion—lunged at him. A faint, familiar outline remained on its decaying face.
His mind went blank with terror, but his body acted on instinct. He began drawing and sheathing his sword at an unprecedented, frantic pace.
"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"
It was practically the only way he could fight his fear.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
Just as the monster reached him, it was as if it had been repelled by an invisible aura. It slid past him and lunged at someone else instead.
Li Chunfeng trembled, the giddy relief of surviving a near-death experience instantly overwhelming his fear.
