Xiao Hua looked up and saw Huang Mengxiang. Huang Mengxiang flew over, nimble as a butterfly dancing among the crowd. A faint, somewhat thin wisp of Samadhi True Fire flickered in his left hand, while his right hand swept over cultivators stained by Samadhi True Fire. After only a few gestures, the Samadhi True Fire on their bodies was extinguished!
"Excellent!" Xiao Hua came to his senses. The Tianmen Mountain Huang Family likely possessed the true bloodline of the Vermilion Bird. Huang Mengxiang was the Huang Family's direct daughter and exceptionally gifted, so it was hardly strange that he had learned Samadhi True Fire.
But how could Xiao Hua's Samadhi True Fire be so easily extinguished by Huang Mengxiang? Each cluster required several hand seals before it could be put out. Even so, Xiao Hua had gained assistance. He no longer needed to devote so much attention to rescue efforts and could focus on slaughtering the hesitant ghosts within the great hall!
After another quarter of an hour, nearly all the ghosts wandering among the cultivators had been wiped out. No more cultivators were having their lives stolen by ghosts, yet Xiao Hua's expression did not ease. By now, Huang Mengxiang's face had flushed crimson, clearly because his magic power was failing. And through his Dharma Eye, Xiao Hua could see that outside the doors of Vermilion Bird Hall, many ghosts were still drifting slowly inside!
If I set Samadhi True Fire around Vermilion Bird Hall, I should be able to stop the ghosts from entering. But that is only a temporary measure. My magic power is limited in the end, while these ghosts seem impossible to kill completely. I have to find the cause! After pondering for a moment, Xiao Hua rubbed his hands together, sending out more than