Four figures blocked out the sky overhead.
The man lay on the ground, surrounded by Old Hui Xian and the other three. Their expressions varied: the old monk looked kind and benevolent, while the Long-faced Heavenly King wore a cold sneer and a disdainful gaze.
The Snake Demon Boy pried open the man's eyes and carefully examined his pupils.
"Hiss, no saving him. A magpie had seized the dove's nest."
"Boss Bai used to send wicked criminals to hell all the time. This thing's aura is very similar to hell's."
Little Stone had an excellent memory. That aura could not possibly be mistaken. He recognized that a Hellish Evil Ghost had taken over a human body, but rather than being afraid, he was intensely interested.
Old Hui Xian sighed and shook his head, silently reciting scriptures to pray for and deliver the victim's soul.
The evil ghost occupying the body trembled with extreme fear under their imposing auras. Perhaps remembering that it came from hell gave it the slightest scrap of courage.
"Since you know I came from hell, you'd better—ah..."
Before it could finish, it let out a painful howl. Perhaps other beings and factions feared hell, but all four before it had seen the world and even knew divine beasts. The word "hell" alone could hardly intimidate them. It would have been better off saying nothing; once they learned it had crawled out of hell, its fate became even worse.
The Snake Demon Boy savagely struck it with his scabbard.
The Ring-pommel Saber he carried had been fused with Bai Yujun's dragon energy.
Even with a physical shell to protect it, the Ghostly Entity could not endure the beating. Every blow seemed to land directly on its soul, disrupting its fusion with the body. It repeatedly emerged and