Zhang Yinyang's mouth twitched, unable to understand why Long Fei was so composed.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said coldly to Long Fei, "You're right, I can't control these Yin Souls. But once they arrive, you'll all die too. What makes you think you can defy me? How do you know I don't have a way to fight these ghosts?"
A group of Yin Souls was wailing, circling around Mumu, who stood there at a loss.
They had been lonely for too long and had finally been summoned.
The Essential Qi from human bodies was a great supplement for ghosts.
If absorbed, it could preserve their consciousness, a tremendous opportunity for them.
Some with strong consciousnesses, after devouring the others, were beginning to awaken.
About a dozen shadows floated towards them, looming closer.
Long Fei raised the Tai'a Sword in his hand and said calmly, "You ask on what grounds? On these grounds!"
