In that instant, a surge of yin-yang qi appeared around Zhang Yuchen.
Though it was yin-yang qi, it felt as though some primordial beast had emerged.
That overwhelming pressure reminded me of a Sheqing Ghost.
When we encountered that Sheqing-level ghost by the river in Jin District before, it had carried this same level of pressure.
The types were completely different, but the oppressive sensation was exactly the same.
The pink skeleton ghost that had slashed at Zhang Yuchen with its claw was, at most, as strong as an early-stage Red-Clad ghost.
Feeling the pressure of a Sheqing Ghost, its body visibly stiffened, and the black light in its eye sockets flickered nonstop.
Its body instinctively began backing away.
It was afraid—afraid of the strange yin-yang qi around Zhang Yuchen. It had clearly been intimidated.
At the same time, my whip came down.
It wrapped directly around the pink skeleton ghost's neck.
I yanked hard, restricting its movements to keep Zhang Yuchen from being harmed.
Mao Jing hurriedly shouted as well:
"Fall back!"
As he spoke, he slashed at the pink skeleton ghost with his sword.
But Zhang Yuchen did not retreat. Instead, he stared at the pink skeleton ghost, which was temporarily frozen in place.
With a "pfft," he spat out a mist of blood that enveloped the pink skeleton.
Half leaning back, he rapidly recited an incantation:
"Blood guides Curse Fire to burn heart and soul, blazing flames consume the body and reflect the azure heavens. True Blood Curse Flame; Command!"
The moment the command was issued, the blood Zhang Yuchen had sprayed exploded with a boom, instantly turning into scorching flames.
"Ah..."
The pink skeleton let out a miserable scream on the spot, clearly in extreme pain.
I stared at Zhang Yuchen in shock.
I had never