Xu Zimo shrugged and looked toward the beam of light crowded with ghostly shadows.
Six figures emerged from within.
An old man led them, followed by five young men and a young girl.
Every one of them had sword-like brows and starry eyes, with looks that could captivate the heart.
Most importantly, the powerful might radiating from their bodies was enough to move anyone.
They wore gray robes, each with a Ghost Head painted over the chest.
"Lord Ye Mi," Jiang Mozi hurriedly called out in greeting when he saw them.
The elder Ye Mi looked down at Jiang Mozi and frowned slightly.
"How did you end up in such a state?"
"I was ambushed by this malice," Jiang Mozi said shamefully, lowering his head.
"The academy entrusted such an important task to you, yet you botched it," Ye Mi said flatly.
"When we return to the academy, go receive your punishment yourself."
"With this broken body of mine, what face do I have left to return to the academy?" Jiang Mozi sighed.
Back then, he had been a powerhouse capable of contending against Kui.
Yet now, he had become an ordinary man.
The bitterness and pain within that, perhaps only he himself could understand.
Hearing this, Ye Mi's expression softened slightly. He then looked at the Malice Kui in the sky and shouted, "Malice Kui, why haven't you surrendered?
"We have descended here today. Do not make another futile struggle."
"Where is Kui? Why does he not dare come see me?" Malice Kui raised her head and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Lord Kui is occupied with countless matters. We are enough to deal with you," Ye Mi replied calmly.
Malice Kui gave a cold snort. More than a dozen tails rose behind her like tails that could reach