The six continued deeper.
The Ghost-Slaying Blade never stopped trembling. It shook all the way, though its frequency no longer increased, indicating that the Ghost Clan was not too far away.
The two sides kept some distance between them, neither speaking to the other.
The Inner Cavern's Yin Spirits, however, had no sense of self-preservation.
After another two hundred steps or so, Li Xiang's [Earth Vein Affinity] revealed a dense patch of black mist thirty zhang ahead and to the right.
Not one.
Three.
Three masses of mist wrapped in death qi blocked the fork ahead, keeping five or six zhang apart and loosely forming a triangular defensive formation.
"Three up ahead," Li Xiang said quietly.
Chu Tian swept his Double Pupils over them and supplied their positions. "One high, two low. The high one is floating against the right wall. The other two are crouched over cracks in the ground."
They had used this coordination throughout their journey. No further discussion of roles was needed.
Tang Hua'an advanced with his spear trailing behind him, lowering its tip toward the ground, ready to clear the way.
Lin Xuanshu flicked two fingers. The lightning arc between them suddenly flared, its golden radiance illuminating the thirty zhang ahead.
Three gray-white figures materialized in the light at once.
They reacted far faster than the Middle Cavern's Yin Spirits.
The instant the light appeared, the three Yin Spirits neither shrieked nor lunged. Instead, they all retreated a zhang, tightening their gray-white mist bodies and shielding their spirit cores deep inside.
The creatures in the Inner Cavern truly were more than one notch smarter than those in the Middle Cavern.
They were assessing the threat.
"Don't give them time."
Li Xiang formed a hand seal with two fingers of his right hand, holding the Golden