Carrying the red lantern, Wang Ye kept moving forward, cold sweat dripping from his forehead from time to time.
The terrifying aura the thing behind him unintentionally gave off sent chills through his entire body.
The hand holding the lantern was beginning to go numb.
The ghost fog within Lin'an City showed faint signs of dispersing, while all the Ghost Slaves had fallen silent.
Once the eyeball had been sealed, all the Ghost Slaves had stopped moving.
In other words—
Most of this ghost's power was bound to the eyeball?
Wang Ye pondered as he continued walking toward the city gate.
"You bastard, you're courting death!"
Suddenly, a voice filled with frenzied killing intent rang out. In the distance, Luo Ping's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Wang Ye, his gaze full of venom.
As he spoke, dense blood energy surged from his body, almost tangible.
A long saber had appeared in his hand at some point, and he brought it slashing down toward Wang Ye's head.
"Luo Ping?"
Wang Ye's expression shifted slightly. He was focusing all his attention on controlling this terrifying half-torso and had no room to deal with anything else.
If Luo Ping disrupted him, sealing it again would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
"Xiao Si!"
"Mao Yong'an!"
With that thought, Wang Ye's face turned cold as he called out in a low voice.
Xiao Si appeared without a sound, her slender pale hand striking toward Luo Ping.
Mao Yong'an gritted his teeth and painfully pulled out a paper figurine. The little figure held a spear and, upon landing, nimbly charged at Luo Ping.
Sensing the threat, Luo Ping abruptly stopped and dodged the attacks. He looked at Wang Ye and said coldly, "Give him back to me!"
"Give him back?"
"You