No unnecessary words.
Since we've met, either the other side dies, or Mo Lin dies.
Zhu Ci understood the terror of these Evil Spirits very well.
"Mo Lin, if you can't win, just run, it's not shameful." Zhu Ci reminded Mo Lin.
He had previously almost died at the hands of the Evil Spirits.
If Mo Lin couldn't defeat these Evil Spirits, it wouldn't be shameful.
The Evil Spirits ahead were getting closer and closer.
Every Evil Spirit's appearance could be seen clearly.
They looked similar to Ghost Messengers, only with a different aura.
They all appeared in a Spirit Body form.
Mo Lin had previously seen the Black and White Impermanence of the Underworld.
When these Evil Spirits saw Mo Lin, their eyes turned blood red.
As if they had seen something delicious.
"Mo Lin? Kill him."
"Kill him... Hurry and kill him."
"Kill Mo Lin."
They repeated the same sentence like robots.
The next moment, the group of Evil Spirits charged at Mo Lin frantically.
