'These ghostly things are just stalling for time, waiting for the Night Parade of Hundred Demons. Then they'll join the other rampaging Evil Spirits to wipe us all out in one go. By then, even though we'll be facing a tide of Evil Spirits—all sorts of special ones gathered together, making it extremely dangerous—they'll have to converge to attack. That's where our opportunity lies.'
Zhao Xuanqi thought to himself, abandoning his plan to immediately use the Dragon Gate Secret Technique.
Time was running out; the Night Parade of Hundred Demons was about to begin.
"Everyone, disengage from your opponents! Let's regroup!"
Just then, a burst of Sound Waves spread out, and a woman's clear, cold voice entered everyone's ears. It was Zhuang Li.
Evidently, the others had realized the same problem. They no longer hesitated, enduring their opponents' relentless harassment as they decisively pulled back to regroup.
