Ye Meng threw a punch, its weight like a mountain. Though Ye Meng was clearly only Level 13, Xue Youzi felt as if there was nowhere to evade. The Ye brothers all struck at once, targeting Xue Youzi's disciples.
Gritting his teeth, Xue Youzi hurled the Soul-Devouring Black Banner above his head and formed hand seals in rapid succession. With a shrill, mournful howl, a figure shrouded entirely in blood blocked Ye Meng's punch.
Ye Meng's fist struck the figure's chest, yet it felt as though he had punched an iron warship.
The figure seemed to be a woman. Her long hair covered her face, and blood continuously dripped from her body while also seeping endlessly from her pores like sweat.
"Kill him for me!" This hand seal appeared to have drained Xue Youzi greatly. Not only was his voice hoarse when he gave the order, but he also sounded weak and breathless.
The female ghost's body suddenly softened, winding around Ye Meng like she had no bones, like a beautiful serpent. Ye Meng hammered several punches at her head, but she dodged every one. His fists passed through her body, and the hard defense from before was gone, as though he were punching air.
"Though the Ghost Mother of the Soul-Devouring Black Banner has yet to fully take form, she is more than enough to deal with you!" Xue Youzi was gambling everything. Any damage to the incomplete Ghost Mother would be irreversible!
The Ghost Mother wrapped herself around Ye Meng's body, letting out the shrill cries of a child. Each time she coiled around him, Ye Meng's face worsened by a degree. He punched and elbowed, but could not break free of her entanglement. The Ye brothers wanted to help, but Ye Meng stopped them. He simply gave