Zou Huan and the other seven could block thirty, fifty, and even one hundred, two hundred. Yet how could they block two thousand?
They all already reached the end of their talisman stockpile. Hence, everyone took up swords and started fighting with the ghost spirits head on.
Mo Lian's arms tightened around Qiao Mu. He finally responded and turned his head slowly.
His pitch-black phoenix eyes looked ominously at the ghost spirits that had swarmed in.
Shen Jue did not know how this crown prince registered this scene in his eyes.
However, she had long been nauseated by these wacky and and weird-looking ghost spirits.
The crown prince's eyes were filled with an ominous chill. He just stared at these freaky ghost spirits through the entrance. It was as if he was merely witnessing the spring breeze or a ray of light. His handsome face was unmoved.
