As the female Vengeful Spirit's soul scattered into oblivion, the hundred-odd resentful ghosts all shuddered violently, and a feeling they had never known rose in their hearts.
A resentful ghost of a man in his prime turned toward Su Mo. Copying the woman's movements, he slowly knelt and bowed, then turned into a cloud of ghostly mist and charged at the twin fish!
Hiss!
The moment the ghostly mist touched the twin fish, a wisp of blue smoke rose.
The ghostly mist lost more than half its strength, yet he straightened again and opened his mouth wide, seemingly roaring something, though no sound came out.
He hurled himself at the twin fish again.
This time, he never returned...
This was the wrath of an ant, lowly and insignificant, yet poignantly beautiful!
The people sheltered by the twin fish stared, dumbstruck and terrified. They did not understand why, after regaining their senses, two of these mortal resentful ghosts had still dared to come to their deaths.
The remaining resentful ghosts did not dare advance again. Perhaps cowed by the fear of Immortals they had felt in life, they merely stood there, bewildered and at a loss...
Immortals were Immortals, and mortals were mortals.
Even after mortals died and became terrifying resentful ghosts, their inborn fear of Immortals still filled their souls.
Immortals could not be defied...
Immortals could not be touched...
"Hahahaha!"
Seeing the terror of those resentful ghosts, the elderly sword cultivator laughed at that moment. He looked at Su Mo outside the formation, his gaze full of mockery:
"With these mortals alone? You want them to take revenge on me? Even as resentful ghosts, they're still nothing but lowly ants."
"Once we break this formation, we'll kill you two juniors. We'll teach you what it means to respect your