"Fang Xiu! What are you doing!"
Why did you kill him?!
Everyone was instantly shocked and began to question him frantically.
Fang Xiu remained calm: "I saw in the future that he would soon lose control of his spirit and kill someone, so I killed him in advance."
The crowd was skeptical, their faces grim.
They couldn't tell whether Fang Xiu was telling the truth, but they instinctively assumed the worst about him.
It is highly likely that Fang Xiu was preparing lamp oil, so he deliberately made up a lie, and now he can kill people on the grounds that he can see the future.
Then next time, they might kill someone else for the same reason.
Of course, some people believed Fang Xiu's words, after all, Fang Xiu had saved them many times.
"Hahaha........"
The man holding the bronze candlestick laughed wildly, even coughing up blood from the laughter.
"Do you still believe his lies? He's just using you! Otherwise, why do you think they've been saving you all this way?"
Are you after my good looks? Or after my money?
He's after your blood! You're all just lamp oil! Cough cough..."
Before the man could finish speaking, the silver hair sealed his mouth shut.
"Don't cough up blood, it's such a waste."
Fang Xiu said calmly.
However, in everyone's eyes, Fang Xiu's actions seemed like a way of silencing people, as if he was afraid that the truth would be revealed.
Soon, the man holding the bronze candlestick died from excessive blood loss, but his body did not collapse and continued to be infused with blood.
A deathly silence fell over everyone.
Not long after, the man was completely desiccated into a mummified corpse.
Fang Xiu then controlled the people he had killed to light the bronze candlesticks.
At this moment, someone finally couldn't help but ask, "Fang Xiu, you say this battle is bound to be won, but where exactly does the chance of victory lie?"
You'll find out soon enough.
Another silence followed.
"Fang Xiu, your blood is about to run out. Who do you plan to send next?"
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the room immediately became strange.
Everyone stared intently at Fang Xiu with solemn expressions.
"Are you all just waiting to die?" Fang Xiu calmly surveyed the crowd.
Everyone was slightly taken aback.
"Which lasts longer, blood or combat? After resting for a while, you should have recovered some of your fighting strength, right?"
How foolish! Facing the enemy, instead of thinking about how to fight, they focus all their attention on choosing who to sacrifice.
Only then did everyone realize that they had been blinded by their own limited perspective.
One person's blood can't sustain the fight as long as a group of people.
It turns out that Fang Xiu did not intend to use other people's lives to buy himself more time to live; he simply wanted to rest for a while and recover his spirituality and physical strength.
For a moment, everyone felt ashamed, realizing that their thoughts were too dark.
"Prepare for battle."
Fang Xiu gave the order, and everyone stood up.
A moment later, the candle went out.
The howling demonic slaves surged in from all sides like a tide.
The fighting has begun again.
This battle seemed to have no end, it would never cease.
Five minutes later, more casualties occurred, with a Spirit Master having his throat torn open by a Ghost Slave.
Fang Xiu then took the opportunity to pull the man over, used his magic to control the corpse, and relit the bronze candlestick.
This process repeated itself, and once someone died, the group would have a brief respite until the candles went out, at which point they would continue fighting.
Torment, despair, fear—these are the feelings in everyone's heart.
However, what was even more despairing was yet to come.
Suddenly, the earth rumbled!
The ground was boiling like water, with a whooshing sound!
Countless rock-like spikes shot out from the ground, piercing through countless demonic slaves before heading straight towards the crowd.
Fang Xiu's silver hair flew wildly, directly annihilating the rock-like spikes.
Shen Lingxue then struggled to unleash a flame, burning it away.
The fat man teleported away to dodge, while Zhao Hao was the most relaxed, staying hidden behind Fang Xiu the whole time.
But others weren't so lucky.
"Ahhh!"
A chorus of screams erupted!
Several spirit masters were pierced through the body and died on the spot.
This sudden turn of events shocked everyone.
There was a small, empty space in the midst of the demon slaves, where a figure was standing.
He was a man with deathly pale, even festering, skin, white eyes without pupils, and wearing a black suit.
The man was waving his arms wildly, causing spikes to gush from the ground!
“This is… Lu Xiangyang, the president of the Ghost Killing Society!” Someone recognized the man in the suit.
"What! He's Lu Xiangyang? The only second-tier Spirit Master in the Ghost Killing Society!"
"He...he's become a demon slave too!?"
"Damn it! Nightmare can even turn Spirit Masters into demon slaves! Doesn't that mean that all the Spirit Masters who disappeared in Green Vine City are under its control?"
A wave of despair and helplessness washed over everyone instantly.
"We're doomed, we're dead."
"Fang Xiu! This is the future you were talking about!"
Some people looked desperate, while others roared in fury.
The situation was already hopeless enough with the endless stream of ordinary human ghost slaves, but now there are even spirit master ghost slaves. How are we supposed to fight them?
Everyone was at their wits' end; it was a dead end.
With Kong Nan's appearance, two more Spirit Masters left the Ghost Slave group.
They were a middle-aged man wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt and a sandalwood bracelet, and a spirited woman in a women's suit with a buzz cut.
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