Although the weasel elder had transformed into a demonic soul.
Her strength seemed to have increased.
Fierce demonic energy rippled outwards in waves.
Her attacks became even more potent.
However, she also feared her uncle's Five Thunder Palm.
Therefore, she dared not counter-attack with full force...
But in my eyes, my uncle was merely holding on.
Using the Five Thunder Palm had already left my uncle breathless, making him appear unable to stand steadily.
To expect my uncle to use it again within a short period.
Should be quite difficult.
However, the sole advantage was that our magical artifacts were more effective against ethereal souls.
Whether it was the peach wood sword, the coin sword, or the Bagua mirror.
Their power would be amplified when dealing with ethereal spirits and ghosts.
The weasel elder had transformed into a demonic soul.
Our magical artifacts would pose a greater threat to her.
My uncle wielded the peach wood sword in one hand and the Bagua mirror in the other.
Attacking from both sides, he continuously engaged the weasel elder.
The explosive sounds of qi reverberated through the morgue.
I also seized an opportunity, gripping talismans and the peach wood sword, and lunged at the weasel elder.
But my cultivation was still too low; after several attempts, I failed to succeed.
I was even repelled by the Yin demon energy several times, unable to get close.
Just as I was looking for another chance.
Old Mo, ignoring Chen Yao's attempts to stop him, swayed and stood up.
This kid was full of passion; he must have seen me and my uncle fighting desperately against the demon and felt he was holding us back.
He mustered his strength and shouted at the weasel elder:
"The judgment of light has begun!
You demon, over here!"
With that, he raised the peach wood axe in his left hand.
The weasel elder, having just been repelled by my uncle's Bagua mirror.
Now saw Old Mo standing up about ten meters away.
Her green eyes flashed, and a sinister grin appeared on her gaunt, beastly face.
She suddenly turned her head and lunged towards Old Mo, who was over ten meters away.
Her speed was incredibly fast, like a phantom.
Clearly, the old monster saw that Old Mo was weak and intended to kill him first.
When Old Mo saw the weasel elder lunging at him.
Instead of fear, a cold smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
His left hand, hidden behind him, formed a sword finger.
Neither my uncle nor I had noticed it.
But seeing the situation, our hearts were alarmed:
"Old Mo, be careful!"
"Disciple, dodge!"
My uncle and I spoke simultaneously.
But Old Mo didn't dodge; he watched as the weasel elder pounced at him.
Just as the weasel elder extended her claws to strike at Old Mo.
Old Mo suddenly raised his left hand in a sword finger and quickly chanted:
"Demon binding spell, hasten as the law commands,敕!"
As soon as her voice fell.
A rope adorned with copper coins shot out from behind her with a "whoosh."
Its speed was incredible, and with several "swish" sounds, it wrapped around the weasel elder.
Instantly restraining the weasel elder.
Seeing this, my expression changed in surprise.
Good heavens, this kid wasn't being foolish; he was luring the old monster into a trap.
This demon-binding rope was Old Mo's signature move.
But my feet didn't stop; I continued to charge forward.
However, my uncle's expression remained grim, his brow furrowed slightly.
Old Mo smiled coldly and raised his axe to strike.
But with a "bang," Old Mo's axe cleaved the weasel elder's head.
Her head exploded like a balloon.
Transforming into a wisp of black mist that quickly dissipated.
For ordinary ghosts, having their heads exploded would signify their souls being scattered.
However, this weasel elder was clearly different.
After her head burst, a new one suddenly emerged.
That indifferent beastly face, with its glowing green eyes and fierce fangs.
Sent a shock through Old Mo's heart.
But before he could react further.
The weasel elder spoke hoarsely:
"Brat, you're seeking death!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the weasel elder's restrained body convulsed.
With a "boom," Yin energy erupted.
The demon-binding rope snapped into pieces, completely unable to restrain the weasel elder.
Old Mo's eyes widened, and he was directly thrown to the ground.
The weasel elder raised her claws and lunged towards Old Mo's head.
Seeing this, Old Mo felt a chill run down his spine.
If these sharp demonic claws struck his head.
Wouldn't it shatter like a watermelon?
Everyone's hearts sank.
All of this happened in an incredibly short period.
We were still four to five meters away from Old Mo.
Seeing this, my uncle and I couldn't help but shout.
"Disciple!"
"Old Mo..."
I was very anxious.
I couldn't understand why the weasel elder's ghost couldn't be killed!
I used talismans, and it wouldn't die.
Old Mo used the peach wood axe, and it still wouldn't die.
Could it be that her soul was an immortal soul?
I tightened my grip on the peach wood sword, wanting to move faster.
To prevent what was about to happen, my face turned extremely grim.
But our speed had already reached its limit.
It was becoming very difficult to stop the weasel elder.
Although it was only a few meters away.
These few meters, however, made my uncle and me foresee Old Mo's death, filling us with despair...
However.
Old Mo, this kid, was not fated to die.
At this critical juncture.
Chen Yao, with whom we had only met a few times, suddenly lunged in front of Old Mo.
And fell directly onto Old Mo...
In that instant, the weasel elder's sharp claws struck down.
With a "sizzle."
Chen Yao's clothes on her back were torn, and the sharp claws pierced her back skin.
Blood immediately welled up, staining her collar and the weasel elder's claws...
"Wicked creature!"
My uncle roared in fury.
He flew forward and thrust his sword.
"Damn it!"
I also cursed loudly and swung my sword at the weasel elder's ghost.
Determined to slay her with my sword...