Song Ziming also had his own thoughts, hoping to persuade the Bone Burning Taoist to surrender, so he wouldn't have to fight him.
But the next second, just as he finished speaking, he felt a cold wind blowing from behind, followed by a bone-chilling coldness.
Trembling, he turned his head and was shocked to see the Mirror Ghost standing behind him. One of its arms was paralyzed, but in the other hand, it held a rusty cleaver.
"Brother, I intended to win without a fight, this is the best strategy." Song Ziming argued nervously, but all he got in return was a merciless slap from the Mirror Ghost.
"Song Ziming, can't you see? They have no intention of letting you go. Turncoat now and help me, you might still have a slim chance of survival!" The Bone Burning Taoist, seeing an opportunity, immediately tried to turn Song Ziming to his side.
"Bah! You old bastard, you've chased me for hundreds of miles and now you want to drag me down, keep dreaming!"
