I Have a Friend called Lin Xuan
Editor: Atlas Studios
Tens of thousands of ghosts surged out and washed the Indian martial artists' hiding place with blood again.
Although these Indian martial artists were very vigilant and the number of people they patrolled had already doubled,
However, the appearance of so many ghosts was completely unexpected.
In the past, no one had appeared in this underground cave at all.
Why did the ghosts suddenly appear again and rush straight for them?
Could it be that the ghosts were not lured? Were they simply rioting?
However, they would never have the chance to find out.
Most of the Indian martial artists died in the mouths of the ghosts.
Facing this number of ghosts, no matter how powerful an individual was, it was difficult for them to escape death.
The few who escaped were all heavily injured and were easily killed by Poison Blade.
The entire process lasted for less than an hour.
Satisfied with their meals, the ghosts left.