007CCG Chapter 108 - 24: Unleashing the Ghost (4th Update)
With a single slash of his sword, Dong Hongtian’s swordsmanship was like a violent storm, cutting through several figures in the fog into pieces, along with clearing away the mist.
However, no trace of joy was visible on Dong Hongtian’s face, as the feel of his sword told him that he hadn’t actually hit anything.
The figures in the white mist rapidly approached, with layers of phantoms shuttling through his body.
In an instant, Dong Hongtian felt as though his head had split in two, and the intense pain threw his steps into disarray.
“Is it you, you were behind what happened in Tianjia Village?”
With his hair and beard bristling in rage, Dong Hongtian recognized his assailants from the white fog—demons, capable of attacking the soul, that he had encountered in Tianjia Village.
The unknown enemy seemed to scorn a response, as hundreds of indistinct Yin Souls howled and charged towards Dong Hongtian from all directions.
In the end, Dong Hongtian only managed to swing his sword a few times, eliminating two Yin Souls before his own soul was slashed with numerous fissures by their attack, causing him to faint.
Within the thick fog, three figures gradually emerged and stood in front of Dong Hongtian, who had fallen to the ground.
These were three men; two wore white robes and broad bamboo hats with several bells hanging from the brim that jingled mournfully like a death knell when they moved.
The other, apparently of higher status, wore a black robe that was extremely eerie. It was solid black, seamless, and woven from countless black human hairs, deep and dark.
When the wind blew, the black robe seemed to come alive, as if possessing its own life. The sleeves, collar, and hems moved independently, and the folds morphed into human facial expressions of joy and sorrow. This sight sent shivers up one’s spine.
“You go find those who fled,” said the man in the black robe, waving his hand as he bent down with hands as pale and delicate as a woman’s, reaching for Dong Hongtian.
It was at that moment, light footsteps could be heard approaching from the opposite direction.
Su Jie’s figure appeared from within the mist, and they faced each other.
“Uh, I got lost here, could you give me some directions?”
Scratching the back of his head, Su Jie was the first to break the silence.
“Get rid of him, let’s head back early,” instructed the man in the black robe after being momentarily silenced by Su Jie. Two seconds later, he waved his hand again.
“You want to ask for directions, heh, come a little closer, and we will tell you,” said the two men in white robes with a vicious smile on their faces, each shaking a small flag—the Soul Summoning Banner used to control Yin Souls.
Over a hundred Yin Souls swirled in the dense fog, scrambling to howl towards Su Jie.
“Bullying with numbers, how despicable of you,” said Su Jie as he pretended to take a fearful step backwards.
The Yin Souls howled and sped forward, their bodies stretching and thinning like blades, aiming to slice Su Jie’s soul into pieces.
“Split!”
Simultaneously, Su Jie let out a soft cry. His body split into two—the true body and the shadow intertwined and separated. The Yin Souls, shaped like blades due to their high speed, were unable to change direction and all struck the empty shadow. Su Jie’s true body, however, appeared dozens of meters away.
“A cultivator,” remarked the men in white robes, their expressions shocked.
Before they could react further, a delicate buzzing sound came from the void, like the sound of rain hitting banana leaves. Above, in the dense fog, tens of thousands of human-faced moth swarms flapped their wings, swooping down eagerly for the kill.
The faces of the two men in white robes changed drastically as the bells on their hats shook violently, emitting a strange, mournful melody, but they only managed to shatter one layer of the human-faced moths.
Pulling out Protective Talismans from their chests, the spirit light shield that just rose was quickly corroded clean by the acidic secretions. Countless human-faced moths enveloped the two men in white robes layer by layer into a ball of insects, from which only the sounds of chewing and screams could be heard.
Seconds later, the two men of the Yunling Realm at the third and fourth levels fell silent forever.
By the time the human-faced moths took flight again, nothing was left on the ground, not even the bones; the moths had devoured everything entirely.
“Sorry, gentlemen, outnumbering the enemy, I too like using this tactic,” Su Jie said, his gaze fixed on the black-robed man without glancing at the two white-robed men who had been devoured, for the real trouble was this person.
“Insects, people of Ghost Ridge Palace?”
The black-robed man showed no emotion at the tragic death of his companions, his lifeless eyes staring intently at Su Jie.
Originally thinking Su Jie was merely a martial artist, it turned out he was a cultivator and a local Demon Cultivator.
“If I’m not mistaken, you’re from the Heavenly Soul Sect, right?”
Su Jie made a guess, and the Soul Summoning Banner had given away their identity.
“Heavenly Soul Sect, inner disciple, Tan Qing.”
The black-robed man took off his bamboo hat, and although he was a man, his cheeks were painted with rouge, and his lips coated with lipstick, looking quite bizarre.
“Stand down now, and I can pretend nothing happened.”
Behind Su Jie, his voice flat, a human-faced moth swarm gathered into a cloud, dispersing the dense fog nearby, leaving the battlefield with an air of somberness.@@novelbin@@
“Killing our people and thinking you can just walk away, I’m afraid that won’t be so easy,” said Tan Qing, a sinister smile curling the corners of his mouth. A Soul Summoning Banner appeared in his hand, and thousands of Yin Souls howled out, colliding with the human-faced moth swarm.
Thousands of Yin Souls invaded the Insect Cloud, annihilating souls, and countless human-faced moths fell like rain.
Dozens of low-grade human-faced moths exhaled acid containing Spiritual Energy, a potent poison acid; with each exhalation, they corroded a Yin Soul into dissipating as green smoke.
The moment they engaged, the sky turned into a cruel battlefield, with life expiring en masse.
However, the Yin Souls, having the advantage of being incorporeal, held the upper hand in the battle.
“Heh, your Heavenly Soul Sect has overstepped its bounds. This place is the territory of Ghost Ridge Palace.”
Su Jie lifted his hand, and the body of a human-faced moth fell into his palm as his gaze turned cold.
“Is that so? What of it?” Tan Qing’s mouth twisted into a mocking smile as clumps of black hair writhed and contracted on his chest, forming a bundle from which a pale female face emerged and slowly crawled out.
This was a disheveled woman, her long black hair dragging on the ground, exuding an ominous and sinister aura.
Tan Qing’s robes also shed their black hue, revealing that he had been wearing a ghost as clothing.
“Kill him.”
The smile on Tan Qing’s face remained as he nonchalantly issued the command.
The female ghost’s bloodshot eyes fixated on Su Jie, her black hair rapidly expanding and reaching towards him.
At the same time, on the back of Su Jie’s head, black hair grew unnaturally, the scalp undulating as it faintly formed the face of the female ghost.
“I hate it when people move around on me.”
With a cold snort from Su Jie, pale corpse hands emerged from his shoulders, stacking layer upon layer on the female face on the back of his head, ruthlessly tearing it off along with the scalp.
The torn scalp was discarded on the ground, the resentful eyes still staring at Su Jie.
The next moment, the thousand-hand centipede emerged from his sleeves, sensing its master’s anger, it transformed into a thirty-meter leviathan, and with one stomp obliterated the face of the woman on the ground into nothingness.
Sizzle!
From the belly of the thousand-hand centipede, numerous pale corpse hands detached independently, the hands continuously split off, merging into a dense tide of corpse hands, each wave higher than the last, submerging the approaching black hair.
With the rumble of a moving train, the massive body of the thousand-hand centipede thundered forward, rolling over to the front of the female ghost.