Biting with Hatred
The once-prosperous Qilian Marketplace had become a living hell.
Severed limbs were scattered everywhere, blood flowed like a river, and the ground was pocked with craters, broken stones, and splintered trees. The air was thick with a pungent, nauseating stench.
Whether cultivators or the rampaging Ghostly Creatures, all had suffered heavy losses.
The sky-obscuring, earth-shrouding ghostly shadow had vanished, replaced by a slender, twisted black silhouette whose dim eyes stared fixedly ahead.
There, an Oil-Paper Umbrella drifted in the air, but its canopy had become tattered and ragged as well. Much of the figure's dress beneath it had been torn away, revealing a pair of long, fair legs.
Ghost Mother Wuji's gaze was savage. After this battle, the Ghostly Creatures she had spawned had been almost completely wiped out, and her own ghostly body had suffered grievous injuries.
Of course, the cultivators of the Blood Demon Sect and Flowing Cloud Sword Sect on the other side were not faring any better.
In truth, ghost cultivators mainly cultivated the soul and excelled at infiltration, ambushes, and assassinations. A frontal assault like this was highly unsuitable for them.
At first, Ghost Mother Wuji had only wanted to find the petty thief who had stolen the Divine Bone.
Her initial suspect had been Master Ruan from the Demon Vein Desolate Land.
After infiltrating the place, she had succeeded with ease.
But after searching Master Ruan's soul, she had also taken notice of Lin Fan. With the mindset that it was better to kill the wrong person than let the right one go, Ghost Mother Wuji had infiltrated the marketplace to find him.
What made her furious was that just after she found "Lin Fan," he had self-detonated on the spot.
She had assumed that "Lin Fan" was already dead, but