"What I need you to do is simple, though it isn't without danger. But once it's done, the benefits to everyone will be immense. Since I've made that promise, I'll do my best to fulfill it!" I looked at the group of phantom bodies. Their eyes were all gleaming with azure light, and I continued, "From now on, go harass a fiendish immortal named Li Tianjian and keep him from leaving this space. I'll search for an opportunity. Once I find an exit, I'll provide you with enough Dao bodies to come out and restore your infected phantom spirits."
"That simple? Why don't we just turn him into a phantom spirit?" one seemingly young and hot-tempered phantom spirit asked.
"Heh heh, Eighth Brother, it's not that simple. He's different from ordinary immortals now. From what the city lord said, he must be the fellow we all joined forces to possess just now—but failed!" one female immortal sneered.
"Oh, you mean that tall, skinny fellow who's red from head to toe? He clearly isn't a good person! But I refuse to believe that if all of us possess him together, he can do anything to us! We've cultivated to the point where we're fused with space. Unless he has a divine lamp, ordinary attacks can't even touch us." The young phantom spirit spoke.
I looked toward the old man. After all, he was the one who called the shots. The old man quickly nodded and said, "Even if it's difficult for him to hurt us, there are still some spells we can't withstand. But since the city lord has given his word, we phantom spirits can't refuse to make some effort. Possession isn't guaranteed, but if all we need to do is hold him back, that won't be a problem. We'll