Protecting You Once, Descending-Spirit Domain

Pfft!

Under this suicidal assault, Wei Tu's Yang-Soul Immortal Garment was torn apart time and again, while the spiritual glow of the Azure-Faced Tortoise Shell dimmed considerably as well.

Half a quarter-hour later, Wei Tu finally exposed an opening and was struck in a vital spot by a red-haired Mist Ghost. He flew backward like a rag sack, smashing through more than a dozen blood-jade pillars before barely managing to stop himself.

The instant he steadied himself, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face immediately turned ashen.

Yet during this time, he had still barely managed to strike back, successfully reducing the red-haired Mist Ghosts' numbers by one more.

The beam that sticks out rots first. Killing three red-haired Mist Ghosts... my performance has already been conspicuous enough. If I truly dealt with every last one of them... no matter how stupid Jianglingzi is, he'd find something suspicious about me...

Wei Tu's face was pale, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. His gaze flickered as his divine sense swept over the three Qianjun Puppets inside his storage pouch.

That was right! With the Nethergod fragment soul's Curse Words Art to assist him, facing these seven red-haired Mist Ghosts was not quite as easy as plucking something from his hand, but dealing with them one by one would certainly not have been difficult. At the very least, he would not have suffered such grievous "injuries" at this moment.

All of this was merely his disguise.

However, the remaining four red-haired Mist Ghosts failed to see through Wei Tu's act. In their view, Wei Tu could not possibly have used that soul secret art—which could instantly annihilate their souls—without cost... Using it three times should have been Wei Tu's limit. It was only natural that his soul power