Indeed, ghost qi surged through Ning Xiang's limbs and bones. She drew it into her dantian, trying to suppress it with the Red Lotus Karmic Flame.
But if ghost qi could truly be subdued so easily, it would never have plagued the Cultivation Realm for so long, nor would she, her master, and Xi Jing have paid such an enormous price to seal the Demon God back then.
The ghost qi tried to corrupt Ning Xiang's nascent soul and drag her down into demonhood with it.
Ning Xiang looked within her dantian and discovered that her nascent soul was darting back and forth, dodging the ghost qi.
Wait, why was her nascent soul such a coward?
Ning Xiang wanted to draw all the ghost qi into her body, but she soon realized it was futile. The ghost qi seemed endless, and eventually, she reached the limit of what her body could withstand.
The Ghost Lord grinned savagely. A giant hand formed from ghost qi closed around Ning Xiang's throat.
"Yinghuo, this ends here. Since you are such a rare and worthy opponent, I shall grant you a swift death!"
With that, the Ghost Lord tightened the spectral hand.
If Ning Xiang gave up that easily, she would not have been herself.
She unleashed Golden Crow Brightflame to scorch the spectral hand, burning straight through the black demonic qi.
Ning Xiang did not linger to fight. She tossed down several Thunderclap Pearls, which exploded one after another. The Ghost Lord raised his Chaos Demon Axes to block them, but with his final swing, he seemed to have struck... a person?
Had he actually hacked Yinghuo to death?
But when the smoke cleared, the Ghost Lord looked at the bloody mess on the ground. It was Yinghuo, yet it was not.
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