"Calling for reinforcements? They're just coming to die!" Cheng Yixue sneered coldly, then increased the blood transfusion rate. The little ghost's ghost energy surged several times over, and the surrounding ghosts sensed the Ghost King's call and gathered one after another.
In fact, at this moment, Li Yizhen didn't need to make the call as the Taoist and Buddhist disciples in the city had already felt this terrifying power, and each one's expression changed drastically. They hurriedly rushed over with their magic artifacts.
Before long, the area near Ye Qiu's building turned into a scene of chaos with various spells and magic artifacts flashing nonstop. If not for the ghosts' energy putting the dormitory students to sleep, their worldview would have likely been shattered.
Upstairs, Ye Qiu gained a new ally—a white-bearded old monk. Seeing him, Li Yizhen clearly looked more composed.
