Battle the Paper Man, Ignite the Paper Underworld Tower

The command was issued.

I gripped the talisman and slapped it toward the paper man hanging in midair.

The paper man had already opened its eyes. Seeing my talisman strike, it even tilted its head slightly.

Those eyes were an unnaturally bloody red, like two balls of blood.

As it turned its head, a terrifying oppressive aura swept over me.

Black mist billowed as the yin wind surged.

Negative emotions began to envelop me, and my entire body felt as though it were being torn apart.

It was as if countless vicious ghosts stood before me, ready to rip me to shreds and fill me with endless terror...

Crystal—spiritual crystal energy.

It wanted to make me terrified, make me afraid, make me retreat in the face of difficulty.

But after everything I had experienced, after witnessing the true horrors of the Ghost Cave Abyss...

This level of threat was clearly not enough to make me lose my fighting ability.

The talisman slashed down...

Lightning flashed.

"Rumble..."

A massive explosion rang out.

Lightning blazed, and huge arcs of electricity crackled through the air. The surrounding vengeful spirits and black-mist ghost birds suffered countless casualties in an instant.

The paper man in midair was blasted away amid the white lightning.

It landed ten meters away, battered and torn, yet still wreathed in ghostly energy.

"Damn it!"

The demonic Daoist's voice came from within the Paper Underworld Tower.

"Nice one, Brother Jiang!"

"Don't let your guard down. There's still a dense concentration of evil energy inside that paper man."

Pan Ling also spoke.

As soon as Pan Ling finished speaking, the battered paper man on the ground suddenly twitched, then slowly began climbing to its feet.

The moment it stood up, I sensed a dense aura of yin balefulness suddenly emerge.

"Baleful energy!"