"Hall Master, of the ten hall masters in our branch, seven were blown to death, and the other three are severely injured. The disciples have suffered heavy losses, with only over twenty still alive." A Ghost Realm disciple reported with a mournful face.
"Hall Master, what should we do? Maybe we should retreat for now and wait for reinforcements before rounding them up," a branch hall master suggested cautiously.
"Slap!" A loud slap landed on that person's face.
"Retreat? By the time our people arrive, those two bastards would have long fled. Go after them! I must tear those little brats to shreds." Gui Wei roared angrily.
Just then, a Ghost Realm martial artist responsible for surveillance suddenly said, "Hall Master, those two guys are nearby, and it seems they're headed our way."
"What?" Gui Wei's expression changed instantly, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.
"These two are bold enough to come here on their own. Since they're courting death, I'll grant it to them."
