Heart?
Delicious?
The opponent had set his sights on Ye Ming.
“Brat! Feel despair!”
The voice faded!
From the dark corner behind the wooden chest, a mass of black gas flew out. Within this black gas, a human silhouette could still be vaguely seen.
“Spirits! Revel!”
With a command, the space previously shrouded in black mist was suddenly illuminated by streaks of eerie green ghost fire. Accompanied by a howling, chilling wind, the ghost fires began to dance, slowly approaching Ye Ming.
Within this space, Ye Ming could clearly feel a bone-chilling coldness eroding his body, attempting to steal his life force.
“Heretical arts!”
Upon seeing the ghost fires flying towards him, a sharp glint flashed in Ye Ming’s eyes.
He sensed no energy fluctuations from those ghost fires. Simply put, they were mere obstructive spells.
The opponent’s goal was clearly to use the ghost fires to intimidate and delay, buying time. As long as enough time passed, his life force would continue to drain within this space.
“Disperse!”
Ye Ming waved his hand, and instantly, both the ghost fires in this space and the shrouding black mist were swept away.
It was as if they had been purified, leaving not a trace behind.
“This… How is this possible! My Evil Spirit Array, how could it be broken so easily?” the figure shrouded in black gas exclaimed in terror.
Evil Spirit Array!
So, the black mist was actually evolved from a formation.
“Neither human nor ghost!”
Seeing the opponent still cowering in the black gas, Ye Ming’s expression hardened. A white energy shot out from his fingertip.
“Ah! What… what is this?”
The moment the white energy touched the black gas, the latter seemed to encounter its nemesis. In the blink of an eye, it began to dissipate.
And the figure within was exposed to the air.
As the black gas dispersed, an old man with limbs like withered branches appeared before Ye Ming. His cloudy eyes were filled with boundless rage.
In his aged hand, he clutched a staff emitting black gas.
“Damn you! You dare to destroy my protective ghost qi! Damn you!”
The old man swung his staff and smashed it violently onto the ground. Instantly, a wave of black gas spread across the ground, tearing open a massive rift.
Then, several pale hands emerged from the rift, dragging the entire body out of the ground.
Finally, five humanoid monsters with crimson eyes and distorted limbs crawled out.
Each of them emanated a terrifying malevolence. Judging by their auras, they were comparable to a Wu Zong expert.
Such a bizarre method was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.
How terrifying!
“Fierce spirits! Kill! Kill him for me!”
The old man gave the order, and the five monsters, known as fierce spirits, charged at Ye Ming one after another. Their speed was extremely agile, and their sharp claws and fangs were deadly weapons.
“Truly a beast!”
Ye Ming’s gaze grew colder as he saw the fierce spirits pouncing at him.
These monsters called fierce spirits were not created by humans. They were, in fact, genuine… people.
That’s right!
They were people!
However, they were not living ones.
To create these fierce spirits, it was necessary for them to have suffered immense hardship in life, harbored deep resentment, and died with their grievances unaddressed.
Through their resentment, and using certain special methods, their resentment was transformed into malevolence, ultimately forming this neither-human-nor-ghost state.
Such methods clearly transgressed the boundaries of ethics and morality, falling into the category of demonic practices, which were forbidden by the path of ancient martial arts.
But humans were prone to greed and desire.
There would always be those who defied human norms and resorted to these forbidden techniques to gain greater power.
The old man before him was clearly one of them.
“Brat! You destroyed my protective ghost qi! This debt! I will make you repay it a hundredfold!” The old man stared greedily at Ye Ming’s body and cackled, “Don’t worry! I won’t kill you! Because before you die, I will make you suffer all sorts of pain! That way, your perfect body won’t be wasted! Hehehe!”
At this moment, the fierce spirits had already reached Ye Ming. The old man’s sinister smile grew even more rampant.
Victory was within his grasp!
But what happened the next second caused his smile to freeze.
“Rest in peace!”
Ye Ming clasped his palms together, held them before his chest, and emanated a sacred aura.
Warm and harmonious!
Radiant and brilliant!
The moment the fierce spirits touched it, all their movements ceased. The strange red glow in their eyes slowly faded.
The malevolence on their bodies also dissipated.
Then, Ye Ming looked at the rift from which they had emerged and, with a wave of his hand, sent them back to where they came from.
“Close!”
The rift sealed shut. Ye Ming closed his eyes and mourned the departed spirits.
This was all he could do for now.
Having done this, Ye Ming turned his gaze to the old man. His eyes were already filled with killing intent:
“You deserve to die!”
Seeing Ye Ming’s icy stare, the old man trembled all over. In his eyes, he seemed to glimpse the gaze of death.
This time, he truly felt the arrival of the Grim Reaper.
“No… No! You can’t kill me!”
The old man frantically waved his staff, attempting to struggle further. But his staff was suddenly ensnared by a mysterious force.
*Crack!*
It snapped!
“This… This…”
*Thump! Thump!*
At this moment, the footsteps of death were already sounding in his ears.
“No! No! I am an elder of the Dead Spirit Valley, if you dare… Ah!”
His words were cut short as an invisible force lifted him into the air. Suspended, having lost the solid sense of security from the ground, he despaired.
“Dead Spirit Valley!”
Upon hearing the name, Ye Ming’s coldness intensified: “Good! I will remember this!”
No one could have imagined that one day, an evil ancient force that even the Ancient Martial Artists Association couldn't deal with… the Dead Spirit Valley, would be annihilated overnight.
Even their Valley Master, known as the strongest Evil Martial God below Gu Taiyi, would be impaled on the valley peak, suffering the torment of countless insects until death.
However, these were matters for later.
“Die!”
A ball of black flame emerged from Ye Ming’s fingertip and struck the old man.
“Ah!”
The torment of soul incineration was a fitting retribution for the old man’s sins.
Karma!
Ye Ming casually tore open a spatial rift and threw him into it. The pathetic screams would only soil his ears.
At last, there was silence.
“You also deserve to die!”
Another black flame materialized at Ye Ming’s fingertip. He looked at Li Huan, whose expression was vacant, his killing intent reigniting.
Li Huan was already stunned by the techniques displayed by Ye Ming and the old man.
Just as Ye Ming was about to finish him, a clear, cold voice came from behind:
“He is still useful!”