"Pfft!"
With the long saber in hand, Liu Yuanyuan locked onto the little ghost ahead. The blade, stained with mottled blood, traced a beautiful arc through the air.
The seven or eight meters between them seemed not to exist at all.
A flash of saber light, and the little ghost's body was cleaved in two from a distance, exploding instantly.
This saber was terrifying.
So far.
Liu Yuanyuan had never encountered an Evil Spirit capable of withstanding it.
Even an Eighth Tier Vicious Ghost.
Before it, one was no different from paper, and a single strike could split it in half. This disintegration did not merely affect the body; it also penetrated the levels of consciousness and the supernatural.
After being severed.
The supernatural would temporarily be cut off, making it impossible to mobilize.
The consciousness would also become dazed.
It was as though one had split into Multiple Personalities.
For an Awakened, this was fatal. For an Evil Spirit, it likewise caused complete chaos.
Even a Vicious Ghost that acted on instinct.
Its instincts would also be temporarily severed, preventing it from continuing to act.
The little ghost before them.
Clearly would be no exception.
The blade swept past.
The body, split into two independent parts, fell to the ground and lost its ability to move.
At the same time.
The flickering streetlamp beside them.
Also went "bang," its bulb exploding and breaking completely.
Obviously.
The little ghost had a deep connection with the streetlamp.
They might even have been one and the same.
"Is it dead?"
Lin Chao stood to one side, staring at the little ghost as if facing a great enemy. He could sense that the little ghost was terrifying—terrifying beyond imagination—and absolutely not something he could deal with.
But.
The woman beside him drew a