The undead spirit felt more and more helpless the longer it thought about it.
Just as Ghost Yan had said before self-destructing, even if she had to pay with her life, she would never let the undead spirit have its way.
Wasn't every scene unfolding now the best proof of that?
Before self-destruction,
Ghost Corpse Emperor had already possessed the Emperor Bloodline.
When she self-destructed, she had thoroughly activated the Emperor Bloodline, raising her soul to the level of a Ghost Emperor and allowing her to merge with Qin Shaofeng.
Under such circumstances, the combat strength she could wield could be called among the finest on the Mountain of Miracles.
Even those few beings with Sovereign Realm cultivation did not have absolute confidence in dealing with Qin Shaofeng.
It simply could not suppress him in terms of strength.
So how was it supposed to use its methods on Qin Shaofeng?
All the strange things from before had been measures born of its helplessness.
If Ghost Yan had not been there, it would only have needed the simplest method.
Those sets of methods were things it had used thousands upon thousands of times. They should have come as easily as turning its hand—how could things have become so troublesome?
The more it thought about it, the deeper the hatred in the undead spirit's heart grew.
Yet when facing Ghost Yan, it truly felt like it had every reason in the world but nowhere to exert them.
How could that not make it even more furious?
"No. Even if I have to make preparations ahead of time, I cannot let them continue. Otherwise, if he truly kills too much, then even if I turn him into a death slave, he will not be able to truly help me escape."
"I'll do it!"