The Black Water Sect man in the lead pulled out a dusty clay jar.
He lifted the lid, and a strong, rank, fishy stench spread out.
Black Dog Blood!
He grinned ferociously, dipped a finger in the blood, and was about to smear it onto the straw man.
"Do it!" Liu San let out a low growl.
Chen the Fourth sharply slapped the Yellow Talisman he'd just finished drawing onto the incense burner!
With a soft hiss, the talisman paper burst into a ghastly green flame.
The green smoke clinging to the base of the wall suddenly surged, twisting and morphing into several palm-sized, faceless Paperman phantoms, drifting and fluttering as they slipped along the cracks in the wall toward the courtyard!
"Hmph! Five Yang Sect's evil spirits tricks!"
The Black Water Sect leader snorted coldly, his blood-soaked finger stabbing viciously toward the straw man's forehead. "Filthy blood to break spells—freeze for your master!"
