To stop Zhang Chengfeng, I had no time to say much to Yi Yang, who had suddenly appeared.
The two of us immediately moved to surround Zhang Chengfeng, ready to attack him from the front and rear.
Yi Yang held a talisman, and I formed the Dao Finger seal. Neither of us dared let our guard down.
But Zhang Chengfeng had been no ordinary man in life. The skills he had learned were probably all meant for commanding yin souls. Now that he had become a yin soul himself, he was craftier than a ghost who had been dead for over a decade.
My vision blurred, as though a hundred-watt light bulb had flashed right before my eyes, nearly blinding me.
"Chen Mo, he's getting away!"
I couldn't open my eyes for a moment. All I heard was Yi Yang's shout.
But how could I let Zhang Chengfeng escape? I immediately kept my eyes shut and formed the seals for the Big Dipper Formula.
"Zhen Character, Eight-Gates Transport!"
A cold gust swept toward me. I hurriedly thrust out my right hand and grabbed, as though catching hold of a block of ice.
When I finally managed to open my eyes, I saw that I had Zhang Chengfeng in my grasp. He stared at me in some shock, unable to understand how I had stayed in the same place yet still caught him and brought him back.
Yi Yang and I hurriedly restrained him from either side to stop him from escaping.
But Zhang Chengfeng was no pushover either. He reached out to touch us.
He didn't launch an attack. He simply touched my shoulder and Yi Yang's right arm.
The next second, an agonizing pain that pierced to the depths of my soul swept through my entire body. Neither Yi