My companion Mo Ting and I were both shocked by the horrifying appearance of the headless ferocious spirit.
At this moment, it lunged at us.
Our pupils dilated instantly, and our faces changed.
I was the first to snap out of it and immediately shouted:
"Lingling, you go first!"
With that, I gripped my peach wood sword, gritted my teeth, and charged forward.
The young female ghost, Lingling, was terrified.
Upon hearing my words, she turned and stumbled, running towards the door and quickly disappearing into the night...
The headless ferocious spirit ignored her.
Instead, it lunged, its claws aiming directly for my face.
I didn't dare to be careless and raised my sword to block.
With a "bang," the spirit's claws clashed with my peach wood sword.
The opponent's strength was immense. Even though my peach wood sword was enchanted and had a strong suppressing effect on malevolent entities, I still couldn't contend with the headless ferocious spirit head-on.
In just this one move, my tiger's mouth went numb, and my arm ached.
The peach wood sword was almost knocked from my grasp.
At this moment, Mo Ting charged forward with his sword, shouting with great fervor:
"Justice is invincible!"
However, the headless ferocious spirit became incredibly ferocious.
With a backhand sweep, it grabbed the peach wood sword in Mo Ting's hand.
Mo Ting was horrified. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move.
Although the peach wood sword was in the spirit's hand, emitting a "sizzling" sound and burning its ghostly claws, it did not let go, nor did it show any expression of pain.
It was as if the damage was insignificant to the headless ferocious spirit.
Instead, it let out a low, cold laugh:
"A mantis trying to stop a chariot!"
Then, with a forceful pull, it yanked Mo Ting towards it and delivered a powerful kick to his abdomen.
Mo Ting was sent flying with a "thud," landing on the ground.
Mo Ting lay on the ground, clutching his stomach,
letting out hoarse cries of "Ah, ah," appearing extremely uncomfortable.
In one move, he was incapacitated by the headless ferocious spirit, completely losing his ability to move.
Furthermore, the spirit's movements were fluid and efficient, with no wasted motion.
This strength, this cultivation level.
We were not on the same level at all.
Clearly, neither Mo Ting nor I could contend with it at this point.
However, we were trapped in the old house, and to escape, we had to fight our way out first.
After kicking Mo Ting down, the headless ferocious spirit turned its attention back to me.
The large mouth on its abdomen opened and closed:
"Your scent is rather peculiar.
Tonight, I shall feast on you first!
Heh heh heh..."
With that, the headless ferocious spirit let out a sinister laugh and lunged at me again.
This time, the spirit's aura was even stronger.
The dark energy emanating from its body was more potent.
I felt the oppressive force and the chilling cold that swept through my body.
My heart trembled, and my back grew cold.
But at this moment, I couldn't afford to overthink.
With nowhere left to retreat, I had to brace myself and push forward.
"Whoosh!"
The headless ferocious spirit slashed down with its claw, its power immense.
With a "bang," it struck the peach wood sword directly.
The force of this strike was much greater than the previous one.
It sent me staggering backward, almost falling.
Even though my arm ached, I had to hold onto the peach wood sword tightly.
Once I lost this peach wood sword from my master, I might not have any chance to resist.
The headless ferocious spirit continued its sinister "heh heh heh" laughter.
It felt as if it were toying with us, like a cat playing with mice.
Mo Ting and I were the mice in its grasp...
Taking a few steps forward, it unleashed another claw strike.
"Bang!"
With another resonant sound, it pinned me against the wall in a corner.
I gripped the sword hilt with both hands, gritted my teeth, and held on for dear life.
But the disparity in strength had me gasping for air.
On the contrary, the headless ferocious spirit spoke in a relaxed tone:
"Kid, with such little cultivation, you dare to meddle.
Truly, you have no idea of the vastness of the world!"
Saying that!
The dozen or so eyes on the headless ferocious spirit blinked.
All of its mouths opened, and each one spat out a red tongue.
These tongues were slimy and slowly extended upwards, inching towards my nose and mouth.
"Heh heh heh, let me take a whiff of your vital essence to replenish myself."
As those dozen or so red tongues, large and small, covered in barbs, extended towards me, I felt my entire body go numb.
But now, I was pinned against the wall, my hands holding the peach wood sword to fend off the spirit's claws.
This left me unable to dodge or even free my hands to push away those ghostly tongues.
I could only tilt my head back, avoiding the tongues that licked around my face and neck, my heart filled with extreme terror.
Looking to the side, Mo Ting was in immense pain.
He clutched his stomach, trying to get up, appearing extremely distressed.
His whole body trembled, and he was covered in cold sweat from the pain.
He could only squeeze out a few words from his mouth:
"Brother Qin..."
The feeling of helplessness filled me with a trace of despair.
The strength of the headless ferocious spirit far exceeded our expectations.
Even with my master's peach wood sword, I couldn't subdue it.
It was over, there was no hope.
Was this how it was going to end, after coming out to scout today? I had my master's peach wood sword, the Bagua mirror, and the fox claw, all these magical artifacts.
My principle was to escape if I couldn't win.
But who knew this ferocious spirit was so powerful, leaving no chance at all.
Now, was this how it was going to conclude?
Just as I was at my wit's end, and Mo Ting was incapacitated by pain.
A black shadow suddenly leaped from the roof. With two squeaking sounds,
a large black rat appeared and landed on the headless spirit's shoulder.
It gripped the spirit's shoulder tightly with its four paws.
Tilting its head, it used its sharp rat teeth and bit down on an eye beneath its collarbone.
With a "bang," that eye burst, splattering black ichor everywhere.
The evil spirit's entire body trembled, and the more than a dozen mouths on it simultaneously let out screams:
"Ah! My eye..."