The evil ghost's range of movement was clearly limited to this tiny patch of ground before them. No matter how much she wished to, she could not reach anywhere farther away.
Su Jiu had sensed the formation buried beneath this stretch of ground the moment she set foot here.
And it was clearly that formation that bound the evil ghost to this spot.
As for Qiu Jian, he had already collapsed unconscious when Su Jiu severely injured the ghost.
In his contract with the ghost, he was not the one who held the contract, but the one bound by it. That was why the backlash had struck him so severely.
Su Jiu had no doubt that if she had struck a little harder, Qiu Jian might already have breathed his last.
Before losing consciousness, Qiu Jian's final thought was, We're both at the Spirit Severing Stage, yet the gulf between our strength is this vast. Heaven is unjust!
Of course, he currently had no opportunity to voice those thoughts.
The ghost cultivator was now clearly terrified of Su Jiu as well.
She revealed her original form and repeatedly knelt to beg for mercy. The evil ghost's original form was a red-robed woman with long nails, quite closely resembling the red-robed female ghosts in folk tales.
The woman's face was deathly pale, as though coated in a thick layer of powder, but her lips were even more vivid than her red robes, as though she had just drunk blood.
"I lost my head for a moment and offended you all. Please spare my life!"
Su Jiu's gaze was impassive. She clearly had little interest in the ghost's pleas.
"How did you come to be here?"
The ghost looked somewhat bewildered, but soon seemed to remember something and hurriedly said, "I died