The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 725

"Follow me, guys! Let's fight together and get out of this bloody fog first!" Malick called out.

Hearing his words, all the men from the Flying Fish Sect, the Iron Palm Sect as well as the Evergreen Sect shouted in unison their accord. Deploying their unique skills, they cooperated with Malick and began to fight their way out of the square.

There was strength in numbers, and in a short time, the team had made short work of the fog, making significant progress.

Everyone was immensely inspired by the temporary victory, and all of them fought with more vigor.

"Well done! We won't be trapped in this damn place with Malick leading us out!"

One by one, they encouraged each other as they cheered themselves on.

"Let's use the God-trapping Array together, brother. That Blade Master is stronger than we thought. I'm afraid we won't be able to fulfill the task assigned by our master if we are not careful, that net of blades is very fierce."

The middle-aged man's voice sounded again from the fog suddenly.

He was answered by a wild laugh. "Ha ha ha! Don't worry, big brother. None of them will escape from this place today!"

Another voice full of presumptuousness and ruthlessness answered.

As soon as the voices stopped speaking, the number of ghosts lingering in the greyish white fog increased suddenly. Soon the place was thickly dotted with ghosts everywhere in the fog. Tens and thousands of them galloped ahead, roaring and growling loudly.

The evil spirit demons howled and growled as they headed for the center of the square, narrowing their target space as they encircled the area. A dreadful clamor filled the place as the whole square trembled violently as if experiencing an earthquake.

The cold wind blew as it overcast a cold and bleak atmosphere while it diminished the light in the whole place.  As the evil demon spirits rushed in gritting their teeth and crackling through their mouth, they made a beeline for the middle of the square and fiercely attacked the people who were there.

To make matters worse, the cries of so many ghosts formed a wave of sound attacks and struck the conscious minds of anyone within the vicinity. All of them, including Malick, felt a dull pain in their spiritual souls which made it hard for them to breathe.

While they were distraught and in pain, the tens of thousands of demon-like ghosts surrounded them and launched a frenzied attack.

"Everyone be careful! Protect your Soul Sea with your spiritual sense; otherwise, the sounds will break your spiritual souls!"

Malick shouted as he reminded them. Simultaneously, he produced a dazzling blade of light with his spiritual sense. He unleashed it from his Soul Sea and aimed at the demon-like ghosts around him. It worked and in a moment the blade had destroyed dozens of them in one stroke.