Tie Jing's lips spread into a grin as he said softly:
"Go."
The Bone Spike shot out without a sound.
It slipped through the scattered ghostly shadows in the wind, as thin as a black needle.
It did not need to kill Sha Wujing.
It only needed to freeze him for a moment.
It only needed to knock the Demon-Subduing Treasure Staff half an inch aside.
Sha Wujing did not turn around.
He could no longer make out those faint sounds.
Everywhere he looked, there were evil ghosts.
Their laughter filled his ears.
Another wave of ghosts crashed toward him.
Three feet.
Two feet.
One foot.
The savage grin on Tie Jing's face grew wider and wider.
"You deserve to die!"
A streak of silver suddenly shot up from below.
Clang!
The Silver Spear struck the Bone Spike head-on.
The black Bone Spike shuddered violently in midair.
Crack.
The Bone Spike shattered into black smoke.
The silver light did not pause for an instant.
The spear's radiance shot straight toward Tie Jing.
Every evil ghost in its path was shredded, bursting into cloud after cloud of black smoke.
The eyes inside Tie Jing's three vertical slits suddenly contracted.
He wanted to retreat.
But that spear radiance was too fast.
Silver light pierced his chest.
Tie Jing's body abruptly stiffened.
Then it collapsed with a roar, dissolving into billowing black smoke.
The Silver Spear wheeled back at once.
It traced a fierce arc through the air.
Every evil ghost within thirty feet of Sha Wujing was annihilated.
Little White Dragon slowly descended behind Sha Wujing.
His silver armor gleamed.
A few strands of hair, tousled by the wind, clung to the side of his face.
He held the spear in one hand, its tip angled toward the ground.
Sha Wujing