"No wonder they were creatures of the ghost realm. Four of them got away."
Jia Xin withdrew his sword fingers from the head of a female ghost amid her disheveled hair. Her body turned into wisps of ghostly energy, merging into the Sunken Ghost Realm and vanishing. Jia Xin had not used his full strength while slaughtering these ghosts, not because he was softhearted, but because he believed the place they were about to enter was fraught with danger. There was no need to waste unnecessary stamina here.
"Let them run. Bodhi Patriarch already knew about us when we set out, so it does not matter who they pass word to. Those people have no value whatsoever. I thought they might know something about the Ghost Mound's whereabouts, but there was nothing in their heads."
Elder Yu, one of the Four Great Ghost Masters held in Yuan Zhi's grasp, had now completely become a shriveled corpse devoid of any nutritional value. Root tendrils were withdrawing from the seven openings in his face. After searching through him, Yuan Zhi had found no useful information.
"Let's proceed in the direction Stone Mother indicated first."
Yuan Zhi crushed the mummy's skull and quickened his pace toward the hill, soon arriving at the location of the barrier Zhang Chen and the others had destroyed.
"The scent—I smell it! Four distinct auras. Truly powerful. Even the aura of that defeated subordinate of mine is far stronger than before. How interesting!" Yuan Zhi tossed his cane aside and pressed his entire body to the ground, sniffing at the scent.
To Jia Xin, who arrived behind him, Yuan Zhi looked like a dog—a rabid dog capable of tearing a human body apart. The leader of this operation had been selected from Yuan Zhi and Great Emperor Dongji.