A Desperate Gamble

"If only I'd brought Wuxin along."

Ye Lin grumbled inwardly. Wuxin was an expert at dealing with these things—it was his specialty. If he had brought Wuxin, he could have just manifested his true Buddha form, and these pieces of trash wouldn't have dared to get anywhere near them.

His own Phoenix Fire was also exceptionally effective against these ghosts, but he didn't dare unleash it. Once he did, it would be a disaster.

Opening the Phoenix Fire consumed a massive amount of spiritual energy, and it was questionable whether he would even make it to his destination if he did.

Seeing this, the Spirit Transformation realm ghost in the sky suddenly laughed.

He saw through the trick at a glance: the kid's methods down there were only effective against someone at his own Spirit Transformation level; they were useless against anything below the Nascent Soul realm.

Wasn't this going to be easy?

Kill, keep killing. The ghosts accumulated in the Dark Forest over these many years outnumbered the entire Human Race. He wanted to see just how many Ye Lin could actually kill.

"Are we almost there?"

Ye Lin asked Toutian while clutching Spirit Stones to absorb and replenish his spiritual energy.

Attacking while replenishing energy like this would damage his meridians and deplete his foundation if it went on for too long.

"Almost. Hold on a little longer, just three more kilometers."

After Toutian finished speaking, Ye Lin rolled his eyes at him.

Three kilometers? At their current speed, that would take two hours, especially since they had to clear the ghosts in front of them with every step.

If this continued, he would collapse sooner or later.

Nascent Soul realm cultivators were human, too; they weren't damn machines.

"Damn it, forget it, let's go."

The next moment,