Inside the convoy, the Japanese Transcendents' screams were incessant.
Some were terrified that their bodies were being taken over by something. Others were bleeding from their mouths and noses and lost all consciousness amid their screams.
The old man in the kimono silently watched his disciples and grand-disciples struggle in pain.
The old man in the kimono knew that their Three Corpses were seizing their bodies, eroding their consciousness.
He also knew that this time, the Japanese Transcendents would once again face a crisis, and it was very likely there would be no chance to turn the tables anymore.
His only solace now was that this was happening on the land of Hua Country, not in Japan.
In his despair, mixed with a trace of relief, he completely gave up resistance.
"Li Kun... let's meet in hell," he murmured.
The tears of blood in his eyes gradually dried up. His face of grief became calm, turning into an expression of neither sadness nor joy.