Ghost Encounter

Time trickled by. Before long, the moonlight outside the window had grown hazy, and the night was already deep.

After suffering seven repeated failures, the Yin Fiend Qi under Shen Luo's control finally reached its last hurdle: breaking through the Three Yin Intersection Acupoint.

His eyes remained tightly shut as his fingers formed hand seals. He maintained the operation of the runes on his leg with all his strength, urging the ant-like patterns there to entwine with Magic Power, collide, and merge.

Just then, Shen Luo suddenly snapped his eyes open and looked toward the Ghost General opposite him.

The light had vanished from its eyes, the glow around its body had become exceedingly dim, and even its form had grown somewhat insubstantial. The black mist spilling from its open mouth was also gradually fading. Clearly, it had consumed far too much Yin Fiend power.

Shen Luo's heart tightened. He understood that the Yin Fiend Qi contained within the Ghost General was ultimately limited, and far less pure than that stored within the Six-Chen Whip. It was nearly exhausted now. If he did not cut it off, not only would the Ghost General's cultivation suffer severe damage, but even its ghostly body might be unable to remain intact.

"Enough. I'll make one last gamble." Shen Luo's gaze sharpened. The fingers forming seals suddenly pointed downward, severing the final stream of Yin Fiend Qi and condensing it into a single line before fiercely striking it toward the Three Yin Intersection Acupoint.

A soft hiss sounded.

At that final hurdle, the Three Yin Intersection Acupoint was finally opened.

On the other side, the Ghost General was on the verge of passing out. Its wavering, insubstantial form drifted back into the Cosmic Bag.

At the same time, the bloody glow of the runes