"Oh?"
Lu Ye looked slightly surprised. He had not expected that single slash to fail to kill the Ghost Cultivator. But once he clearly saw the man's aged face, he understood. This was likely one of those veteran Tier Nine cultivators.
His reputation was well deserved. An ordinary Tier Nine cultivator could not have endured that slash Lu Ye had built up and unleashed. These veteran Tier Nine cultivators who had lived for many years truly had some skill.
For some reason, a fierce surge of Spiritual Power erupted behind the Ghost Cultivator. Immediately afterward, a gleaming rope descended from the sky. Yiyi, hidden in the shadows, had cast a Spirit Binding Lock at the Old Ghost Cultivator. This was not a spell the Sect Master had taught her. When he had instructed Yiyi, she had still been unable to master such a profound spell.
Yiyi had watched the Immortal Yuan Guards use it in Immortal Yuan City, then comprehended it herself, because she felt it was especially suitable for binding and capturing people.
By the time the unprepared Ghost Cultivator sensed something was wrong, it was already too late. The gleaming Spirit Binding Lock fell over him and bound him tight as a drum.
He struggled with all his strength, Spiritual Power surging wildly around him, only to discover in horror that the Spirit Binding Lock was extraordinarily sturdy. He could break free, but it would take some time.
A streak of light shot toward his face, piercing through his eye socket and emerging from the back of his head. The Old Ghost Cultivator instantly went rigid.
When Yiyi dispersed the spell, his thin, frail body crashed to the ground with a thud.
"Let's go."
Lu Ye called out, collected the Old Ghost Cultivator's Storage Bag, and Amber leaped