Basil Jaak's cursed mouth hit the mark, accidentally "summoning" two Blood Variant Ghosts, leaving Bertha utterly speechless.
But at this point, there was no choice but to push forward quickly, breaking through the Ghost Demons' encirclement at all costs.
Unfortunately, the two of them had already burned far too much energy. Escaping such a dense circle of enemies—how could it be easy?
"Damn it! These bastards don't fear death—how the hell are we supposed to break out?"
Seeing the two Blood Variant Ghosts closing in from a distance, both Basil and Bertha grew increasingly anxious.
Could it be they were going to be killed by a pack of undead today?
"To hell with it!"
Basil's blood boiled, and he gathered all the True Qi left in his body with maximum effort.
Roar, roar!
Just then, a familiar sound came from the pet pouch, lifting Basil's spirits.
