"Don't move! Don't forget she's still in our hands!" The Seven-Star ghost cultivator's face had turned a ghastly green, and his soul-body trembled with fear. The more than thirty ghost immortals around him had all frozen in place. The strongest among them was a Bagua-realm ghost cultivator. Judging by the situation, he was probably the one leading them.
That ghost cultivator's red robe looked strangely familiar. In all the memories I had accumulated during this period, the only person I remembered wearing something like that was Geng Fei, the Barefoot Flying Immortal who could teleport inside the Golden Immortal Formation. I stared hard at him. "Do you mean the same thing?"
"What... what do you mean?" The Bagua-realm ghost cultivator's voice trembled. After learning that I was a Nine-Yang-realm cultivator, he suddenly began to hesitate as well.
"Ghost Summoning Art!" I recited the incantation coldly. Instantly, dark winds howled around us, and all the ghost cultivators became unable to move. Even the Bagua-realm ghost cultivator could do nothing. The entire scene strangely fell silent.
"Lord Strategist!" Dai Mei struggled free from the other party's grasp, then flew toward me. "They wanted me to find you. I told them you were in secluded cultivation, but these ghosts insisted on forcing me to bring you out. They even destroyed our treasury, looted our stockpile of immortal-qi blocks, and burned down several of our most important shops."
I took out a dagger and handed it to Dai Mei. "Who threatened you just now? Skin him."
Dai Mei took the dagger and immediately went over and stabbed the ghost twice. When that ghost saw green smoke slowly rising from his wounds, his face turned green, but he had no way to stop her. He could not speak, nor could he cry out in pain.