Terrifying yin energy spread through the air. Frost rapidly formed around the white-clad female ghost and crept across the flowerbeds and flagstones. Wherever it passed, moisture in the air condensed and froze into frost with a crackling sound.
The chill continued to spread, surging toward the surrounding houses.
Overlord-level wraiths often triggered powerful supernatural phenomena. Frost forming at their feet was nothing unusual; even snow falling in June was not uncommon.
Damn it, has my luck been especially bad lately? Stimulated by the yin energy, the hairs on Zhang Yuanqing's back stood on end.
"Evil creature!"
Xi Zhe shouted, pulled out a handful of golden sand from his pocket, rushed forward a few steps, and flung it ahead.
The golden sand scattered onto the white-clad wraith, popping like exploding fireworks. But the yin energy surging from within the wraith soon extinguished it.
Still, the white-clad female ghost's body materialized before the three of them. No longer illusory, she became plainly visible.
Seeing this, Xi Zhe tossed aside the bamboo tube, drew a short blade inscribed with Spirit Talismans, sprinted forward, then leaped and slashed at the white-clad female ghost.
Crack!
Xi Zhe's head suddenly twisted one hundred and eighty degrees in midair, his face turning to his back. The flesh around his neck twisted like a rope, with splinters of bone jutting out.
He immediately fell, dying without a sound.
The Overlord-level wraith had used telekinesis to snap his neck directly.
Meanwhile, Fu Xin'ou took a porcelain bottle from his pocket, removed its wooden stopper, and poured its dark red liquid over his short blade. He stepped through a ritual pace and muttered an incantation.
Only once a faint golden gleam lit up on the short blade, granting it a blessing, did he let out a deep shout and slash