The people from the Yin Ghost Sect were all huddled around Yang Buxiu, seeking a sliver of comfort.
However, every few steps, something would still dart out from the shadows and drag someone away.
"Vice Sect Master Yang, what exactly are those things?"
"Yeah, I don't want to die! How do those things appear and disappear like that? We've lost several brothers already!"
The members of the Yin Ghost Sect were too afraid to continue forward.
Yang Buxiu had a peculiar expression on his face: "Don't be afraid, everyone, don't be afraid. Isn't Senior Ye here? With Senior Ye, we'll be fine."
Ye Guichen smirked, "I had you lead the way, not to babysit you. Furthermore, Yang Buxiu, let me tell you this—if you can't lead us on the right path, I won't hesitate to kill you."
With that, Ye Guichen brandished the Immortal Slayer Sword.
"Whiz!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of something shooting forth.
Ye Guichen sensed something quickly approaching from behind, like lightning.
