The Lycoris Radiata stem in her mouth spun around.
"Interesting. A few words were enough to leave those evil ghosts dizzy and disoriented, with their ears buzzing painfully."
With that, Bai Yujun's Clone shouldered her blade and walked toward the monk by the River Nai.
The muddy river gave off the stench of blood and death. Before him, the monk chanted sutras at over a dozen evil ghosts, patiently delivering the Hellish Evil Ghosts from suffering. The clone blinked. She could tell he, too, was a powerhouse who had entered the underworld in a golden body.
The clone walked to the monk's side, craning her neck to look at the chanting monk, then at the evil ghosts.
The evil ghosts of hell differed from the Lost Souls wandering the underworld. Violent and savage, they possessed almost no thought at all—an unusual species that even monsters found repulsive.
Some were pitch-black, with long, thin claws. Others were covered in blood-red flesh, the upper halves of their heads above the noses missing entirely.
At that moment, the evil ghosts were suppressed by Buddhist light and unable to move. As the chanting continued, foul filth qi constantly seeped from their bodies.
The bored clone stood nearby and watched.
After a while.
Then a while longer...
Unable to stand the dawdling any longer, the clone rolled her eyes and put on a helpless expression before getting up and walking over to the evil ghosts.
She lowered her head and examined them carefully, wanting to see what made them worth wasting time to deliver from suffering. After staring for ages, she still could not make heads or tails of it.
She deliberately released a trace of dragon aura, frightening the evil ghosts awake from the chanting.
With great terror standing before them, the mere evil