Inside the Soul Chamber.
Old Liu and Li Yan were beset by Evil Ghosts at the same time, but their experiences were different.
In the burial chamber lit by eerie blue flames, a group of Evil Ghosts gripped Liu Ji Shan by the throat. His back pressed against the wall, his eyes rolled wildly, and his whole body convulsed.
His expression twisted, and his face grew increasingly blue. From Tang Feng's angle, the Evil Ghosts all had their mouths slightly open, sucking Yang Energy from him.
But Li Yan was different. The Evil Ghosts seemed unable to suck out his Yang Energy, and he showed no signs of mental confusion or complete loss of consciousness. The ghosts merely restrained his body, leaving bruises on his arms and neck.
"S-Songstress! Where the hell are you laying eggs?" Li Yan panicked. "The Soul-Reaping Rope! Use the Soul-Reaping Rope!"
The repeated shouts brought Tang Feng back to his senses. He froze briefly, then immediately raised his arm, lifting the two-meter-long Soul-Reaping Rope.
"Don't use it to bind souls. It... it won't work," Li Yan shouted breathlessly. "Attack the whole group. Just swing it hard... let's get out first."
Tang Feng was smart. He had noticed his own unusual state, so he said nothing and merely nodded.
Clatter!
Abruptly, he raised his arm and swung the Soul-Reaping Rope.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The long, narrow chain swept across with a whistle through the air.
A series of cracks rang out around them. The Evil Ghosts that had been clinging to Li Yan immediately let out terrifying shrieks and scattered like an ebbing tide.
The unremarkable-looking Soul-Reaping Rope now gave off a faint black halo, looking exceedingly eerie.
But!
The moment Tang Feng moved, the Wandering Ghosts nearby that had been ignoring it seemed to discover a