Zhuge Yuan stared dumbfounded at the scene before him, murmuring to himself, "But... Master is Ling Xi..."
In the next moment, the gigantic crimson net instantly burned to ash. An even more tremendous roar shook the stalactites from the ceiling, sending them crashing down and causing the shadows of everyone present to tremble violently.
"Where is your master?" Zhuge Yuan grabbed a paper figure and dashed toward a taller one in the distance.
That paper figure, its eyes burning with hatred, was performing a ritual, determined to see its goal through. Under the swings of its wooden sword, rows of smaller paper figures began to stand up.
"Stop now!" Zhuge Yuan shouted as he rushed to confront it. "If you keep this up, all your people will die here!"
"Hmph! If I stop now, we won't die? Take a look at that thing devouring us!" The paper figure's ritual quickened, and the characters in the whites of its eyes began to glow.
