Xiao Yu was just about to put away the soul-crying beast when he realized he had no spare Spirit Beast Bag. All three bags on him held spirit insects, so he could only say awkwardly to Yuan Yao:
"Miss Yuan, sorry for the trouble, but could you put the soul-crying beast away and lend me your Spirit Beast Bag?"
"No problem. It's only right that I do." Yuan Yao smiled, then took out a small leather bag and beckoned to the little monkey. The monkey turned into a streak of dark light and entered the Spirit Beast Bag.
"Here!" Yuan Yao handed the Spirit Beast Bag to Xiao Yu.
"Let's go. We've already spent quite some time here. We need to reach the exit quickly," Xiao Yu said after taking the Spirit Beast Bag.
The two then chose a direction and set off at a brisk pace.
Along the way, Xiao Yu and Yuan Yao encountered quite a few ghosts that harassed them, but none caused Xiao Yu any trouble. Among them was a Core Formation Stage Ghost King that came and went without a trace, attempting to ambush Yuan Yao. Yet under Xiao Yu's powerful divine sense, he had nowhere to hide. Xiao Yu summoned several Golden Bamboo Divine Thunder Swords and easily slew him.
Back when Xiao Yu was at early Core Formation, he had already killed a half-step Nascent Soul Ghost King. Although he had done so with the help of several others, he would still have stood a chance alone if he had unleashed his Evil-Warding Divine Thunder at full power.
Now, many years had passed since he advanced to the late stage. His magical power, divine sense, magic treasures, and the potency of his spells were all several times stronger than they had been at