The scent of blood sent the water ghosts into a frenzy. They charged recklessly, throwing themselves at Liu Wuxie with no regard for their lives.0

Liu Wuxie found it difficult to kill them, as their figures felt as rigid as iron. Liu Wuxie struck them repeatedly with his Heretic Blade, but he only managed to injure them.0

Using their physical advantage, the water ghosts continued their relentless assault. No matter how Liu Wuxie was dodging their attacks, their attacks came from every single direction, so he was still forced to only defend and retreat.0

The situation was growing worse by the second. He had to move fast, or the water ghosts would drag both him and Tian Wucang to a watery grave.0

Just then, rustling noises came from the riverbed below. It sounded like something massive was dragging itself through thick mud.0

"What's that noise?" Tian Wucang asked, alarmed. An overwhelming sense of danger washed over him.0

Liu Wuxie swept his gaze across the murky depths. His pupils contracted sharply.0

Dozens of water ghosts were working together, braiding ancient, muddy...0