Like a giant shroud of death, it threatened to completely envelop the entire Ghost Wail Collection!
The other True Cultivators of the Holy Sect, who were hunting down the last of their enemies and gathering loot amidst the ruins of the Marketplace, received the message at the same time.
Yuan Zong, who had just smashed the head of a Yellow Springs Netherworld Steward into a pulp with a single palm strike, suddenly froze.
His brows knit tightly on his sallow face, his gaze as sharp as a falcon's. He scanned the rapidly closing, deathly-white fog and acted decisively. His voice, like cracking ice, rang out across the battlefield:
"The enemy came prepared! Don't get tied down!"
"Everyone, scatter and break through the encirclement!"
"It's every man for himself! We'll regroup later!"
At his command, the True Cultivators of the Holy Sect, who had been scattered about killing and plundering, immediately showed exceptional discipline and decisiveness.
