"Pretending to be mystical!" Liu Laosan shouted fiercely, suppressing the chill in his heart, knowing that retreating now would lead to certain death.
Greed and the desire to survive transformed into a brutal ferocity; he wielded his family's saber technique with impeccable defense, the saber light flashing as he engaged in battle with several dark figures.
For a moment, the clashing sounds of metal rang out before the Dragon-breaking Stone, mixed with cries, screams, and dull thuds. The fog was stirred by the powerful gusts, swirling more violently, with shadows flashing intermittently, adding an even more eerie atmosphere.
The more Liu Laosan fought, the more alarmed he became. The moves of these shadows weren't particularly exquisite, but their strength was immense, their bodies sturdy, coupled with intelligence, making their tactics seasoned and more troublesome than those of typical Jianghu experts, unlike mindless ghosts or demons.
