Hearing these words, all the disciples looked ahead in fear. They knew in their hearts that they were abandoned by the sect, sent here as cannon fodder.
If they had a choice, who would want to come to such a dreadful place to die?
The assembled evil spirits opposite were already poised for action, waiting for the seven Ghost Kings in front to give the order.
"Boss, why the delay? My claws are already itching for action," the thin, small evil spirit asked one of the seven Ghost Kings.
The leading Ghost King waved his hand, a playful smile on his face. "No rush. What's the fun if the prey doesn't run?"
The Ghost King beside him laughed heartily. "Hahaha, you're truly something else."
Yu Daochen, watching the approaching evil spirits, shouted, "Run!!"
The disciples immediately turned and fled back into the nursing home. As Yu Daochen turned, he glanced at Zhou Xian beside him. "Hurry, don't die here."
Seeing the disciples flee, the Ghost Kings opposite laughed and commanded, "Boys, the hunt begins!!"
With that, countless evil spirits surged forward, charging at the fleeing disciples.
The nursing home was surrounded by buildings, but there was a small exit between the two buildings on the left.
Some of the slower disciples at the back were already pounced upon by the charging evil spirits. The other evil spirits swarmed them, tearing into them.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah."
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah."
Instantly, screams echoed through the surroundings. Yu Daochen glanced back at the disciples caught by the evil spirits. Though his heart ached, he was helpless, unable to save them.
Suddenly, an evil spirit lunged, tackling a disciple next to them. Zhou Xian, seeing this, gripped his peach wood sword and swung.
The peach wood sword struck the evil spirit's neck, causing it to instantly dissipate into a puff of smoke.
Zhou Xian helped the fallen disciple up, but an evil spirit seized the opportunity and attacked Zhou Xian.
Seeing the attack, Zhou Xian had no time to dodge and could only close his eyes, awaiting death.
*Bang!*
Suddenly, Yu Daochen appeared before them, swinging his Kanglong Jian and smashing it down.
The charging evil spirit, struck by the heavy blow, was annihilated on the spot.
"Zhou Xian, help him up and let's go." Yu Daochen said, then led them towards the exit.
Yu Daochen covered their retreat. Some disciples had already escaped through the exit.
Another disciple was pounced upon by an evil spirit. Yu Daochen and Zhou Xian rushed to help.
A disciple at the back, caught by an evil spirit, looked at Yu Daochen and Zhou Xian and cried out desperately, "Master Yu, save me!!"
Zhou Xian wanted to step forward, but Yu Daochen stopped him. "It's too late. You two, hurry and leave."
Zhou Xian saw that only he and Master Yu remained, unable to escape. He could only watch as the disciple was devoured by the evil spirits, their agonizing screams filling the air.
Yu Daochen led Zhou Xian to the exit. Just as they were about to enter, he felt a surge of energy.
As Yu Daochen turned, he shoved Zhou Xian aside. A fist the size of a sandbag was already upon him.
Yu Daochen crossed his arms and raised them to block.
*Bang!!*
With a muffled grunt, Yu Daochen was sent staggering back several meters, nearly falling.
Yu Daochen looked at the evil spirit that had thrown the punch, his hands trembling uncontrollably. The sharp pain in his arm made him grit his teeth.
The Ghost King, seeing that Yu Daochen had not fallen after taking his punch, was slightly surprised. "Oh, I didn't expect there to be someone with some strength."
Yu Daochen looked at the Ghost King's amused face, his own expression turning grim.
Damn it, no wonder it was a Ghost King escaped from the Underworld. Its strength was immense. Just blocking one punch made his arm ache terribly.
Zhou Xian, behind him, wanted to help but was rebuked by Yu Daochen. "Hurry and go!!"
Zhou Xian understood he wouldn't be of much help here and turned to flee.
Yu Daochen, seeing Zhou Xian flee, breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the countless evil spirits behind the Ghost King, a bitter smile on his face.
It seemed he was going to perish here today.
Just as Yu Daochen prepared to attack, he heard a fierce roar from behind. "Ah—Ah—Ah!"
Yu Daochen turned to see Zhou Xian, who had somehow returned, swinging his peach wood sword at the Ghost King.
Yu Daochen was stunned and about to curse him as a fool, but Zhou Xian had already swung his peach wood sword towards the Ghost King.
"Overestimating yourself."
The Ghost King sneered and raised his palm, striking Zhou Xian's abdomen.
*Bang!*
With a muffled grunt, Zhou Xian was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground.
At the same time, four more disciples returned.
Yu Daochen, seeing the four disciples return and Zhou Xian lying on the ground unable to get up, urged, "You brats, I told you to leave."
Zhou Xian, lying on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, nearly losing consciousness.
A disciple beside him said, "Master Yu, we are all wastes with no talent. But you are different. If a few of us can exchange for your escape, it's worth it."
Yu Daochen looked at them, knowing that staying meant certain death.
"Master Yu, hurry and go!" Zhou Xian shouted from the ground.
Yu Daochen closed his eyes and slowly reopened them. The thought of escape flashed through his mind but was immediately rejected. A faint smile touched his lips.
"Boys, I'm not dead yet, and it's not your turn to play heroes.
Yu Daochen looked at the evil spirits ahead, his eyes resolute, his back straight. He drew the Kanglong Jian from his waist and looked at the few of them. "Hurry and go!!"