Fishing

The countless ghosts that had originally been ferocious beyond measure and radiated bone-piercing cold now retreated like a tide, keeping far away from Zhang Tie.

Their twisted forms flickered indistinctly in the dim light, releasing muffled growls, as though they had encountered something that instinctively terrified them.

Even more astonishingly, amid the distant surging tide of ghosts, as Zhang Tie's ten fingers flew and several profound, ancient hand seals were silently cast, those savage ghosts seemed to be drawn by invisible threads. They slowly parted in one direction, opening a deep, narrow passage barely wide enough for two or three people to walk abreast.

Ghostly shadows crowded both sides of the passage. Countless ghostly eyes, flickering with dim green and ghastly white light, stared fixedly at its center, revealing a complicated blend of greed and fear. The dense yin fiendish aura had nearly condensed into tangible black mist, endlessly rolling along the edges of the passage.

"Master, wait for me!"

Seeing Zhang Tie's figure flash and turn into a faint gray shadow as he unhesitatingly shot toward the depths of the passage opened by the ghosts, Powder Bone hurriedly cried out. Her remaining head and shoulders traced a bizarre path through the air as she desperately gave chase.

Her head, lacking the support of a torso, swayed through the air. Her long hair streamed loose, and no blood flowed from her severed neck. Only wisps of grayish-white smoke curled around it, making her look both miserable and sinister.

"There is no need."

Zhang Tie's calm voice carried back, yet he did not stop. Without even turning his head, he formed a hand seal behind him. Spiritual light flowed around his fingertips, and space seemed like a thin sheet of paper torn apart by an invisible force. A spatial rift abruptly