The instant he unleashed the Blood Net, the White-Haired Middle-Aged Man collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath like an old man on the verge of death.
Yang Sanyuan breathed a sigh of relief at the sight.
He had never expected the White-Haired Middle-Aged Man to have a technique like this. Thank goodness he had brought him along this time, or they would have been doomed.
"Combining your own blood essence with a ghost-exorcising spell—I have to admit, that's an ingenious move." Outside the Blood Net, the voice of the Young Sect Master of the Grudge Spirit Sect drifted eerily through the air.
Amid the swarming ghosts, his voice came from every direction, impossible to pin down and chilling to the bone.
"Unfortunately, this Blood Net depends on your blood essence. With your body in its current state, you can keep it going for one incense stick at most. Once that time is up, you'll die all the same." The Young Sect Master laughed, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
The Yin Ghosts around them soared through the room at his words, creating a hair-raising scene.
Yang Sanyuan and the others looked at the White-Haired Middle-Aged Man's increasingly pale face, then at the steadily shrinking Blood Net. Their hearts sank like stones into the sea.
Feng Mei curled herself against Jun Wangchen, as though that was the only way she could feel safe.
"The Young Sect Master is mighty!" Xu Buwen shouted excitedly, cruelty written all over his face.
So what if he had a Stone-Armored Yin Ghost Slayer? Before the Young Sect Master, death was still his only fate.
"You're only controlling a few ghosts. Do you really think that makes you invincible?" Jun Wangchen gave a flippant smile and extended his right hand under the bewildered gazes of