Chapter 815: Arriving At The Heavenly River
So we really are close to Heaven?
Li Xiaofei split off a strand of his divine sense to check on Ishihara Masami, who remained within the Secret Time Pavilion. She showed no signs of change.
Reassured, he stopped dwelling on it and turned his full attention to the battle, focusing on protecting the mute girl and the Black Emperor.
Once the group had steadied themselves, dealing with the water ghosts became noticeably easier. Husi and his companion scattered Star Silver powder in wide arcs. They also unleashed talismans etched with yellow backgrounds and crimson runes. Both techniques were incredibly effective against ghostly entities.
Sizzling sounds of corrosion rang out along with blinding flashes of light. Numerous water ghosts shrieked in agony around the two mercenaries, dissolving like snowflakes dropped into boiling water.
“Black dog’s blood!” Song Yu called out from the side.
According to ancient lore, black dog blood was a potent bane against evil spirits. When it heard this, the Black Emperor bared its fangs and snarled furiously at Song Yu. It wasn’t going to forget this. One day, it swore it would leave a steaming pile on her pillow.
A few moments later, the water ghosts began to retreat. It seemed they possessed a measure of intelligence. Realizing they could not overwhelm the living cultivators, they ceased their futile assault and withdrew.
Li Xiaofei exhaled slowly in relief. Yet, for some reason, the sense of danger hadn’t vanished. The thick fog still hung heavy around them and was only growing denser. Even with his vision fully extended by his cultivation, Li Xiaofei found he couldn’t see beyond a hundred meters.
“Huff...” Husi gasped for breath, chest heaving violently.
The recent battle had drained a considerable amount of his energy. Beside him, Fei Lun wasn’t doing much better. His entire body was drenched in sweat.
In contrast, Chu Xiang, who was protected by Hua Dongcheng, and Xia Zi remained composed throughout. Xia Zi’s massive companion had not moved a single muscle during the entire fight. The towering man simply stood guard behind him, clutching that large box tightly as if his life depended on it.