After fighting for half an hour.
The blood of the big black dog in his hand had already been squeezed dry, so the little Daoist, relying on his memory, found another household in the city and sent another dog to the afterlife.
From the start of this battle, one dog had been consumed every half hour.
By the time two hours had passed.
The evil ghost, whose intelligence had never been high to begin with, was attacking more and more weakly. It even seemed to be considering escape, and the dark ghostly aura around it had faded considerably.
But Tang Yu stubbornly held on to the thing, determined to keep dragging it to death in torture mode.
After another hour passed.
The evil ghost had given up attacking Tang Yu altogether and lay sprawled on the ground, howling and shrieking without end.
Tang Yu had attacked every part of its body, as if it had been cast into a blazing sun that burned the heavens.
The agony emanating from the depths of its soul drove this dim-witted evil ghost completely mad, until it even began attacking itself.
Instinct drove it to seek death.
Only death could free it from such pain.
It thrust a hand into its own body and pulled hard, tearing a woman's soul out from within.
The woman's soul had a twisted face and was in unbearable pain. Once pulled out, it turned into a wisp of black smoke and dispersed.
With every woman's soul it pulled out, its body shrank slightly.
When the first ray of dawn rose between heaven and earth.
Its soul was no different from that of an ordinary person—a plain-looking woman's soul.
Its formerly violent, muddled eyes had become clear as well.
After looking around in confusion, she seemed to remember something.