After taking out the Black Lotus Pestle, Mao Jing and I charged straight at the steward vicious ghost.
With another stab downward, we forced him to dodge...
This steward vicious ghost possessed extremely powerful resentment and baleful energy.
Like the sedan-chair bearer ghost, he had remained by Fox Grudge's side for years.
After three hundred years, he had become a red-clothed vicious ghost.
After several exchanges, he lunged at us again. The silent battle kept our nerves taut.
Those eyes kept darting about.
I wished our field of vision could reach a full three hundred and sixty degrees, without a single blind spot.
Mao Jing and I attacked at the same time. Without the aid of spell incantations, we clashed with him in raw strength.
I could only barely hold him off, while Mao Jing could not withstand him at all.
I became the main attacker, while Mao Jing used his swift footwork to launch repeated stabbing attacks.
He also took out a Bagua Mirror to use as an auxiliary weapon.
We left everything behind us to Zhang Yuchen and Pan Ling.
Because of that, we could not fight without restraint and could only battle within our limited range.
Once our formation was broken apart,
we would be at an extreme disadvantage, each fighting alone in this silent illusion.
I had also tried many times to silently recite incantations by moving my throat, but not only did it have no effect,
I also felt that silently reciting them was no different from merely thinking them...
What kind of terrifying ability was this?
The four of us faced an unprecedented crisis. Though the battle was incomparably perilous, not the slightest sound existed.
We fought this pack of ghosts, including the steward vicious ghost, for quite some time without finding an opening.