Sixty-three Golden Vines burst from the ground, coiling around Feng Xu's and Mo Qing's ankles before spreading over their entire bodies.
After restraining them, Lin Mo sent both men straight into the Gourd Space and suppressed them with the power of rules.
Only after all this was done did Lin Mo slowly turn toward the Ghost-Faced Soul-Enchanting Zither hovering in midair, a trace of icy severity surfacing in his eyes.
"As long as I destroy this thing, the ghosts of the Southern Court will regain their senses."
"And Senior Feng and Senior Mo will be freed from its control, right?"
Lin Mo gathered all his strength in his legs and sprang fiercely into the air, gripping the Divine Wood Mystic Gourd Sword as he slashed savagely at the Ghost-Faced Soul-Enchanting Zither.
His sword swept out, just about to cleave the Ghost-Faced Soul-Enchanting Zither in two.
Suddenly, Lin Mo sensed a powerful, domineering ferocity rushing toward him from behind at a terrifying speed.
Before he could even glance back from the corner of his eye, a crushing blow landed squarely on his back.
It blasted Lin Mo straight into the ground, smashing a deep crater into the sinister, yin-laden mire below.
A trickle of crimson blood escaped the corner of Lin Mo's mouth as he struggled to his feet.
The force of that blow was so immense that he felt even his soul tremble.
Black Tortoise frowned. "Young friend Lin, are you all right?"
"Don't worry, Senior Black Tortoise. I'm fine."
Lin Mo nodded slightly, then leaped out of the deep crater.
Yet when he looked up into the air again, his expression abruptly changed.
"This is..."
The Ghost-Faced Soul-Enchanting Zither still hovered in midair, shrouded in black light.
But an enormous beast brimming with murderous intent and undisguised dominance now