Chapter 41: Chapter 39: Fierce Battle
Chu Xing was currently locked in combat with another nightmare-level ghost.
The ghost on the opposing side wasn’t particularly strong, but it wielded a terrifying type of flame.
That flame, if it touched even a tiny bit, would ignite and burn rapidly.
Just now, Chen Xi had been engulfed by the flame, and now her fate was unknown.
At the moment Chu Xing was distracted.
The pitch-black flame touched his arm.
The flame flared up like gasoline had been poured on it, instantly igniting into a meter-high blaze.
At the same time, Chu Xing swung his palm and forcibly broke off the arm that was touched by the black flame.
His body instantly dulled in color.
His originally intact body was now incomplete.
Missing an arm, and half of his body.
His condition was dire, if he were to be touched by the flame again, he would surely die.
In this moment of despair, Hong Ye appeared.
Hong Ye joined the fight, engaging with another nightmare-level ghost.
The pressure on Chu Xing instantly eased.
The man with the hat saw another nightmare-level ghost joining and exclaimed.
"How are there more?"
This was already the third nightmare-level ghost.
For a small locale like Yun Chuan, to have three nightmare-level ghosts was unusual.
Following the direction of the ghost shadow, he saw a young man with delicate features.
The young man held a long sword in his right hand.
The man with the hat gritted his teeth, seemingly making some sort of resolution, and took out a black bottle from his pocket.
"Zhang Kui, I give you this flame, kill everyone here." The man with the hat threw out the black bottle.
Zhang Kui caught the bottle in his right hand, appearing quite excited.
"Got it..."
He crushed the bottle.
"Whoosh..."
The pitch-black flame instantly engulfed his entire body.
Zhang Kui’s ghostly aura was now even stronger than before.
Meanwhile, Hong Ye and Chu Xing retreated.
Zhang Kui, covered in flames, was impossible to approach or attack.
"Kill... kill... kill you all..."
Zhang Kui licked his tongue and charged towards Chu Xing and the other two ghosts.
Mo Lin felt this was the most challenging scenario he’d encountered.
Mo Lin swung the long sword and charged at Zhang Kui.
This wasn’t an ordinary slashing move; it was the Ghost Suppressing Technique from the Scattering Soul Ghost-Catching Technique.
Scattering Soul Ghost-Catching Technique was innately designed to counter ghosts.
Moreover, Mo Lin had the power of Yin Department, facing this nightmare-level ghost Zhang Kui fearlessly.
Under normal circumstances, Mo Lin would easily annihilate nightmare-level ghosts.
But now the situation was different...
This ghost was empowered by Netherworld’s Nether Fire, forcing Mo Lin to tread carefully with each step.
Even Mo Lin dared not casually touch the Netherworld’s Nether Fire.
The combat within the room was intense.
The entire building was shaking, debris from the ceiling falling to the ground with the tremors.
"Is this guy really so formidable?"
The man with the hat exclaimed.
It was his first time witnessing anyone battle ghosts so evenly.
"Ghost Skill: Illusion Realm..."
Mo Lin used a Ghost Skill.
The surroundings underwent a dramatic change.
A sea of fire emerged, all around were black flames.
Bodies lay within the black flames.
This scene was Zhang Kui’s worst nightmare.
Zhang Kui’s emotions visibly shifted, becoming agitated.
Zhang Kui swung his hand, casting out Netherworld’s Nether Fire.
Mo Lin retreated to avoid the fire’s attack.
Zhang Kui continued to make several consecutive swings with his arms.
The black flame enveloped Mo Lin like fireballs, smashing down on him fiercely.
If Mo Lin were to touch even a speck of flame, he couldn’t withstand it.
"Ghost Skill: Instant Teleportation."
In the next moment, Mo Lin’s body appeared beyond the range of the black flame’s attack.
Dozens of flames landed on the ground, burning.
After casting out more than ten flames, the Netherworld’s Nether Fire on Zhang Kui visibly dimmed.
The black flames were noticeably fewer than before.
The Netherworld’s Nether Fire he had wasn’t inexhaustible, using a bit would mean losing some.
"Ghost Skill: Soul Chain."
Mo Lin waved his hand, and an iron chain emerged, tightly binding Zhang Kui’s body.
The Netherworld’s Nether Fire on Zhang Kui’s body instantaneously surged, the black flames like a lit fuse burning along the chain towards Mo Lin.
Mo Lin let go of the chain in the next moment.
The black flames gradually disappeared.
The man with glasses had his pupils dilating, "How does this guy have so many Ghost Skills?"
He had just seen Mo Lin perform three Ghost Skills.
This went against logic.
Not every Ghost-Controlling Master can use Ghost Skills.
Acquiring Ghost Skills requires difficult conditions; communication with ghosts and paying a huge price to gain the right to use Ghost Skills.
Moreover, ordinary people can only use one Ghost Skill, which is very challenging.
But Mo Lin, waving his hand, could easily perform three Ghost Skills, which was unprecedented.
Even more absurd was Mo Lin having three Contract Ghosts.
And all of them are nightmare-level Contract Ghosts.
This also defies understanding!
Normally, a person can only sign a contract with one ghost.
Ghosts will fight among themselves.
Under normal circumstances, a person’s body shouldn’t house two ghosts.
After all, two tigers can’t occupy one mountain; ghosts don’t like sharing.
Only under extremely special circumstances would a person have two Contract Ghosts.
But Mo Lin having three Contract Ghosts couldn’t be comprehended.
This defies explanation.
He’s most curious about how these three nightmare-level ghosts obediently comply with Mo Lin.
Even risking Scattering Soul to heed Mo Lin’s commands.
It is wholly incomprehensible.
The man with the hat retreated to avoid involvement.
Beyond shock... still shock...
Mo Lin, wielding a crystalline blue long sword, wrestled with Zhang Kui, the nightmare-level ghost, in an intense battle.
Thanks to Mo Lin using a Yin Artifact, he could barely contend with the Netherworld’s Nether Fire.
If he were using a Ghost Artifact, perhaps Mo Lin wouldn’t be able to deal with the ghost in front of him.
Zhang Kui opened his mouth, spewing out a stream of black smoke.
This was Zhang Kui’s Ghost Skill.
At the moment Zhang Kui opened his mouth, Mo Lin waved his hand, throwing out a hairpin.
The golden hairpin moved swiftly, appearing before Zhang Kui in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Kui didn’t worry much about the small object, he waved his hand to fend off the hairpin, trying to crush it.
The moment Zhang Kui’s hand touched the hairpin, he panicked suddenly.
The hairpin pierced through his palm, directly aiming for his forehead.
In such a short time, Zhang Kui had no opportunity to respond, allowing the hairpin to pass through his forehead.
This hairpin was a gift from Mo Lin’s senior sister.
This hairpin was also a Yin Artifact.
Compared to the long sword, this hairpin was more suited for surprise attacks.
In this instant, Zhang Kui lost his ability to resist.
"Splat..."
A pair of ghostly arms pierced through Zhang Kui’s chest, a black silhouette passed through Zhang Kui’s chest.
Another ghost shadow appeared beside him, grasping the position at Zhang Kui’s chest.
The hands forcibly tore Zhang Kui into two halves.
Chen Xi appeared at Zhang Kui’s body’s center.
Her hands grabbed Zhang Kui’s body, then she voraciously consumed Zhang Kui’s body to replenish herself.
Meanwhile, Chu Xing gobbled up the other half of Zhang Kui’s body.
It was these two who had teamed up to dismember Zhang Kui earlier.
Zhang Kui, the nightmare-level ghost, was dead.
Regarding the idea of subduing this ghost, Mo Lin hadn’t discounted it; he simply couldn’t achieve it.