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Xiao Yefeng swiftly appeared in front of Thunder Tiger, tossing two meat shields, the Evil Spirits, into the fire pit. Their piercing screams echoed as they vanished, just like the female ghost before them, turning into a streak of light. Although it was unclear where they had gone, at least they were no longer entangled.
He reached for the now powerless Peach Wood Sword and kicked the Evil Spirit that Thunder Tiger had just electrocuted into the fire pit as well. The number of Evil Spirits quickly dropped from fourteen to ten. At this moment, Xiao Yefeng had replenished the spiritual energy in his Peach Wood Sword. With astonished gazes from the Cavalry and the ghosts, he swept the sword across two heads filled with unwillingness and surprise, sending them tumbling into the fire pit behind him.
With two more slain, Xiao Yefeng had taken down six Evil Spirits in a single encounter. Though it was somewhat opportunistic, it still showcased his strength.
Seeing their brethren fall, the remaining eight Evil Spirits wailed as if they had lost their parents. Their weapons came rushing at him once more. This time, Xiao Yefeng backed against the fire pit, casting spells as his sword glimmered with energy. Before long, four headless ghost corpses lay at his feet. Holding the Peach Wood Sword, he glared at the Cavalry and the ghosts while distant sounds of clashing weapons echoed.
Upon hearing those sounds, Xiao Yefeng realized that Mo Fei and Thompson had arrived. However, by this point, he had nearly wiped out all fourteen ghosts; Thompson's arrival would be futile. Having gained the upper hand, Xiao Yefeng knew that the Black Gold Spirit Banner's ability to counter ghosts was undeniable. He wasn't sure why it was so effective, but he felt that it had given him a significant advantage.
After hearing Mo Fei and Thompson's voices, Xiao Yefeng decided to end things quickly. After dispatching two more Evil Spirits, he immediately turned to assist Mo Fei against Thompson. He hurled his Peach Wood Sword imbued with Arc light and began chanting spells with both hands. The Cavalry and the ghosts dared not allow him to awaken Thunder Tiger again; exchanging glances, they charged at him recklessly.
This time, however, they fell into a trap. The Thunder Tiger spell was not like the ordinary Golden Armor Spell; it could be cast as long as there was spiritual energy available. Once activated, it could only be used once due to its physical toll. Xiao Yefeng knew better than to use it repeatedly! Just as the two ghosts were about to reach him, he caught his falling Peach Wood Sword and deflected their weapons with a clang before swiftly dodging away.
Xiao Yefeng's evasive maneuver opened up space near the fire pit. The two ghosts had intended to engage him directly but forgot about the fire pit behind him. In their reckless charge, they not only missed him but inadvertently propelled themselves forward. As they realized they were heading straight for their doom in the fire pit, they exchanged glances and struck each other’s palms before rushing to either side—only for their warhorses to plunge into the flames.
Now without their mounts, the Cavalry lost their advantage; their long spears became a liability. Yet somehow, the Cavalry and ghosts regrouped and clashed with Xiao Yefeng once more. This time, they understood that he could no longer summon that terrifying Thunder Tiger and grew bolder in their attacks.
With a clang of weapons colliding, Xiao Yefeng's Peach Wood Sword met one of their long spears in a fierce clash. The eerie energy surrounding the two ghosts surged dramatically, seemingly ignoring Xiao Yefeng's Condemnation Arc.
“Geomancer! Surrender! You think you have the upper hand? In reality, you've dug your own grave!” One ghost brandished its spear menacingly as its eerie energy intensified further.
With a crackle of energy surging from its spear tip, it carved a deep mark across Xiao Yefeng's Peach Wood Sword and even sliced through a talisman in its path.
Seeing one of the Talismans on the Peach Wood Sword break, Xiao Yefeng was taken aback. From the very beginning, he had noticed that the strength of this ghost increased slightly with each Evil Spirit thrown into the fire pit. At first, it was not obvious, but now, with only two people left, the intensity of the Eerie Energy was like night and day.
"Abomination! Break for me!" With that, Xiao Yefeng poured all his remaining spiritual energy into the Peach Wood Sword. In an instant, the Talismans hidden on the sword began to flicker one by one. In the blink of an eye, a series of twelve Talismans started to alternate their glow from the hilt.
"This is bad! Retreat quickly!" The ghost realized that the spiritual energy on the Peach Wood Sword was too strong to withstand and immediately ordered the Cavalry to retreat together. However, the long spears held by the Cavalry were specialized weapons over three meters long. With their horses gone, maneuvering became difficult, and they lagged behind due to the weight of their weapons.
The thirteenth broken Talismans was infused with Xiao Yefeng's Qi and unexpectedly flickered again. At this moment, the Peach Wood Sword in Xiao Yefeng's hand resembled a cannon ready to fire, its blade shimmering with a golden cyan light.
"Where do you think you're going?" The Peach Wood Sword, trailing light, was hurled directly by Xiao Yefeng. This strike shot toward the two Evil Spirits like a cannonball. The Cavalry, who had been fleeing with their backs turned, sensed a deadly force approaching and instinctively turned around, pointing their spear at Xiao Yefeng's Peach Wood Sword.
"Brother, I lend you my strength!" The Cavalry charged forward with a sense of impending doom, colliding their spear against Xiao Yefeng's Peach Wood Sword.
There was no explosion; only the sizzling sound of water hitting hot iron as the Cavalry's Ghost Body was pierced by the Peach Wood Sword. The Eerie Energy transformed into power between them, but it all surged toward the ghost. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng felt that the surrounding Eerie Energy had changed; the fire pit had vanished, the altar had disappeared, and even the ghost was gone. Now he found himself standing atop a stone coffin.
The surrounding black mist had dissipated. Fourteen Black Coffins stood with their heads facing the stone coffin, and talisman papers affixed to them were continuously burning. Sharp cold laughter echoed around him; judging by the voice, it belonged to that ghost. Moreover, hearing the Cavalry refer to him as "brother" indicated that this ghost was not as simple as it appeared.
"Geomancer! You have killed thirteen of my brothers and sisters! I will make you endure thirteen times the pain!" The ghost's voice echoed from all directions.
Jumping down from the stone coffin, Xiao Yefeng pulled out his powerless Peach Wood Sword that had been stuck in the ground. A glance at its blade revealed cracks from forcibly infusing spiritual energy; even some Talismans showed signs of breaking. Nevertheless, Xiao Yefeng did not give up on it; he held it in his hand and infused what little spiritual energy he had left once more.
"I understand now! These fourteen Black Coffins must be containers for dividing your Eerie Energy! I didn't expect Yuan Dui to abandon you just to trap me! Do you realize that you have less than two hours left to live?" Xiao Yefeng scrutinized each Black Coffin carefully. It was clear that this ghost's Soul Vessel lay within one of them; as for the stone coffin, it could not possibly be its Soul Vessel.
This was because stone coffins belonged to Earth Evil Spirits and were associated with Yin. Whether Ghost Cultivators or Zombies, they would never bury themselves in the ground since soil would absorb their Yin Qi. The saying "buried peacefully" implies a hope that the earth can absorb a deceased person's Yin Qi from their lifetime. Thus, stone coffins were generally used for storing items.
"Hmph, enough with the nonsense. If I die, I'll take you down with me!" The eerie laughter of the ghost gradually faded away, and Xiao Yefeng understood that an attack was imminent.
Xiao Yefeng had been waiting for this moment, for it was only at the instant of the ghost's assault that he could locate its Soul Vessel. Leaning against the stone coffin, Xiao Yefeng held his sword in his right hand while drawing a Talisman on the blade with his left. At that moment, the Black Coffin at three o'clock in his Yin-Yang Eye flickered before the other thirteen coffins, and the Yellow Talisman on its lid burned faster than those on the others.
His gaze sharpened, and after a brief smile, Xiao Yefeng said, "Found you!"
At that moment, a blood-red Ghost Body appeared above Xiao Yefeng, and a massive blood hand reached out toward him. However, Xiao Yefeng remained unfazed. The Peach Wood Sword slipped from his grasp like a fledgling returning to its nest, shooting directly toward the Black Coffin. The blood hand, which had been aimed at Xiao Yefeng's palm, suddenly veered off course, abandoning its easy target to seize the Peach Wood Sword instead.
This was not due to any mercy from the Evil Spirit; it was a result of Xiao Yefeng's Spell taking effect. The Talisman he had drawn on the sword was called the Substitute Spell. He had infused the Peach Wood Sword with all his essence, causing his own presence to vanish for a short time—rendering him as lifeless as a corpse. Ghosts primarily targeted human spirits; a body devoid of essence would not attract their attention.
Thus, Xiao Yefeng had no fear of the blood hand's attack. At that moment, the Peach Wood Sword pierced into the head of the Black Coffin, embedding itself completely within it. A crisp sound akin to breaking pottery echoed through the air.
As the blood hand grasped the wooden sword, its blade simultaneously pierced through the Soul Vessel inside the Black Coffin. In other words, the final form of the Evil Spirit was impaled by the Peach Wood Sword. With resentment and unwillingness, the black mist in the air gradually dissipated as all fourteen Black Coffins were ignited by Symbol Fire. What would normally require a saw to break open turned to ashes in an instant under Symbol Fire's flames.
The ghost—the master of that final blood hand—was indeed powerful. Just how powerful? Xiao Yefeng could only manage to slightly interfere with it for a moment using his Substitute Spell. The Peach Wood Sword was incapable of breaking through its defenses. Yet, with one clever move, Xiao Yefeng discovered the sole weakness of the Black Evil Fourteen Coffins; he could end it with a single strike without any need for combat. This was precisely how Xiao Yefeng preferred to fight—ambushing when battling humans and similarly ambushing when facing ghosts; this was his way of preserving his strength to the greatest extent.
The Black Evil Fourteen Coffins had once been encountered by an ancestor of the Xiao Family; he could no longer recall which generation those records belonged to. However, this seemingly underhanded method of resolution was not something just anyone could employ. The activation time for the Substitute Spell could not be delayed even by a second; otherwise, he would have to face those claws infused with Eerie Energy from fourteen Evil Spirits—a prospect he dared not confront. In truth, just moments ago beneath those claws, Xiao Yefeng felt as if his heart might leap out of his throat.
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