Crack!
A blinding bolt of lightning descended.
It struck the yin energy swirling around Chang Yin.
Like morning mist meeting sunlight, the yin energy gradually melted away.
Chang Yin traveled by controlling yin energy. As it dissipated, her escape speed plummeted.
She waved the mourning banner in her hand, and vast amounts of black ghostly qi swept forth.
A red-haired, red-faced ghost flickered in and out of view amid the black qi.
The Red-Haired Ghost drew upon the surrounding ghostly qi and met the lightning descending from above, buying Chang Yin a brief moment to catch her breath.
"Senior You'e, save me!"
Chang Yin's plea received no response.
In truth, the lightning technique Song Wen had unleashed also encompassed the flying ship of the Mysterious Yin Sect.
To avoid being caught in it, You'e piloted the ship and proactively withdrew from the lightning technique's range.
Boom, boom, boom...
Thunder rang out in rapid succession.
Bolts of lightning struck the ghostly qi one after another.
The ghostly qi was obliterated.
The lightning drove straight through and struck the Red-Haired Ghost.
The Red-Haired Ghost immediately froze in place, its soul body trembling violently like a sieve.
Before it could disperse the lightning within its body, another bolt descended.
Though the Red-Haired Ghost's soul body was not directly shattered, it could no longer move, becoming a living target.
After the second bolt struck the Red-Haired Ghost, its soul body visibly became several degrees more illusory.
Despair appeared on Chang Yin's face.
She had known that she was no match for Song Wen, but she had never imagined that he would not even need to summon a magic treasure. A single spell had already driven her to the brink of death.
At that moment, her heart was filled with boundless regret.
She regretted her