Almost without hesitation, Luo Zheng's outstretched left hand gripped the hilt of the Azure Long Sword.
The moment he grasped the hilt, a force of repulsion spread from it. Caught off guard, Luo Zheng nearly let the Azure Long Sword slip from his hand.
As he drew upon the Strength Origin, his left hand clamped down on it like an iron vise. At the same time, Luo Zheng roared in his mind, "It's your turn!"
The Bone Fragment on Luo Zheng's chest flashed lightly, and Nine Five Two Seven's soul burrowed into the Azure Long Sword.
"Wuuu, wuuu..."
The Cenotaph Evil Ghost followed close behind and pounced toward Luo Zheng.
Under the pressure of that terrifying, evil soul aura, Luo Zheng could barely breathe.
At this moment, Luo Zheng had also been forced into a corner with almost nowhere to retreat. Even if he used the Great Shift, the Cenotaph Evil Ghost would interrupt him. The fate of that Young Master in purple still lay vividly before his eyes.
If Nine Five Two Seven failed to deal with the Azure Long Sword, Luo Zheng feared he would suffer the same fate. Thus, his expression was especially tense.
"Wuu!"
As the Cenotaph Evil Ghost shrieked and its grayish-brown arms suddenly stretched toward Luo Zheng, he abruptly discovered that the force of repulsion radiating from the hilt had vanished. The Cenotaph Evil Ghost's body had also stiffened in place, utterly motionless.
Most Evil Ghosts came into being for specific reasons. The primary one was that their souls harbored some obsession and hatred. As these two emotions intertwined, the remnant soul lost itself and became extraordinarily vicious.
Once that obsession vanished, the Evil Ghost itself had no reason to exist.
Nine Five Two Seven had already seen through the reason this cenotaph had