Destroying the Paper Fiend, the Fleeing Demonic Taoist

Zhang Yuchen watched as the eerie paper ghost house burned.

The demonic Taoist fighting me had been wearing a smug smile just a moment ago, but now his face had turned livid, his eyes filled with resentment and fury.

I slashed at him with my sword.

He raised his cane to block it.

"What? Not laughing anymore?"

I mocked him, the smile now transferred to my face.

"Kid, don't celebrate too soon."

As he spoke, three folded-paper ghost birds swooped toward me.

I could only dodge their attacks, then punched one of the black-mist ghost birds.

I blasted it apart in midair, turning it into folded paper that fell to the ground.

At the same time, Pan Ling rushed toward Mao Jing at once.

She opened with a Spirit Light Spell.

The flash made the paper effigy ghost howl, "Woo woo woo!" as it staggered backward.

Mao Jing wasn't about to waste that opportunity. He slapped a talisman at it.

With a boom, the talisman exploded.

The paper effigy ghost general was blasted more than five meters away. Before it could get up, Mao Jing cut it down with one strike.

He did not hesitate. After killing the paper general ghost, he turned and charged toward me, joining us in besieging the black-clad demonic Taoist.

As for Zhang Yuchen, the paper house was already blazing with towering flames. Streams of black mist resembling ghostly spirits kept flying out in every direction.

The cries of "Woo woo woo!" rang out without end. Those were all fragmented ghost spirit bodies...

The flames on the paper ghost house looked enormous.

But the house was filled with exceptionally dense ghostly energy.

The ghostly energy was bitterly cold, and it had rained over the past few days. The trees were damp and not easily ignited.