"Hmph! This guy was nowhere near as easy to deal with as he looked. Even if he was badly wounded, with that Eight Trigrams Leaving Fire in hand, even a fourth-grade vengeful spirit might not be able to block him easily!!!"
"That familiar aura—it was him... that guy from the Sinful Path back then. Many of our companions had died miserably in his Sea of Consciousness."
"What was there to fear? There were plenty of little vengeful spirits. Forget Southern Bright Leaving Fire—even if he weren't injured, we could wear him to death through sheer numbers!!!"
"You made it sound easy. If someone had to go up, then you go. I didn't want to die."
"What were you panicking for? Wasn't there still the envoy? Quick... quickly notify the envoy!! With the envoy taking action, this guy was dead for sure!!"
Voices rose and fell within the thick ghostly mist.
Quite a few vengeful spirits and ghosts stared intently at Su Shi'er from the shadows, as though they had suddenly recalled unpleasant memories from the past, memories in which they had been ruled by fear.
Even their shrill voices began to tremble.
In the blink of an eye, within a hundred-zhang radius around Su Shi'er, only sinister, evil winds continued to howl. Not a single Vengeful Spirit or Ghost remained in sight.
And with every step Su Shi'er took forward, the vengeful spirits and ghosts ahead of him scattered and retreated.
No matter how interested they were in the heavily injured Su Shi'er, after witnessing the terror of the Southern Bright Leaving Fire, these vengeful spirits and ghosts no longer dared rashly step forward.
Listening to the faint, intermittent voices that drifted in with the gloomy wind, Su Shi'er's brows twitched slightly.
"Hmm? These vengeful spirits and ghosts possessed