Yin and Yang energies circulated, the Yin Yang Treasure Orb was utilized, and dual swords were drawn.
One hand held a sword, the other a second, and began slashing at the approaching specters.
The Twelve Demonic Souls soared into the sky, intercepting the specters attacking from above.
Li Chunlong's body vibrated with Dao energy as the Tai Chi Mirror shone.
Cloud Dragon, Cloud Tiger, and the Sun and Moon Twin Wheels were continuously unleashed, relentlessly shredding the attacking minor ghosts.
Despite being almost scared out of his wits, Yu Bo Yihai gritted his teeth and charged into the ghost horde.
Old Mo and Qiu Xi, as always, unleashed their full strength.
Lightning techniques struck, arcs of electricity crackling.
Golden light sword energy hummed as it swung.
Xiao Yao directly cut her palm, letting her supremely Yang blood flow out, which she smeared onto her sword without flinching.
At this moment, everyone was exerting their utmost.
Constantly clashing with the specters.
But the opponents were too strong. While the red-clothed ghosts were completely held back,
a dense throng of yellow-clothed and white-clothed ghosts assaulted them.
We could only desperately resist.
In an instant, Yu Bo let out a scream as he was severely wounded by a yellow-clothed ghost and collapsed.
The next second, Cloud Tiger also cried out in pain, a bloody gash appearing on its neck, bleeding profusely.
Even Li Chunlong, a prodigy of his generation, was beaten to the point where his Tai Chi Mirror fell to the ground.
The curse mark power of Old Mo's Thunder Invocation Technique began to rapidly fade.
He grew increasingly weak.
Only I could still stand at the forefront, enduring the swarm of ghosts.
However, I myself was wounded in multiple places, my blood already staining my upper garment.
But the most critical situation was the ten red-clothed ghosts above our heads.
Each one was a terrifying existence at the Dao Body realm.
Adding the one red-clothed ghost that had not been killed but severely injured before, there were a total of eleven red-clothed vengeful ghosts.
Around seventy yellow-clothed ghosts.
The Twelve Demonic Souls could no longer hold them back.
Upon their first clash, except for the powerful Chen Long, Si She, and a few other demonic souls, the rest were largely struck down from the sky by the combined efforts of the ten red-clothed and yellow-clothed ghosts within a dozen rounds.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Loud explosions echoed.
My face was filled with shock and grief:
“Brother Zi Shu, Sister Mao Tu, Brother Wei Yang…”
How could we possibly fight this?
I wanted to use the Specter and Phantom Chain, but the Four Spirits Curse Mark required specificity.
That Crow Daoist was hiding at the very back, making it impossible to cast the spell on him.
On whom would it be used? On those red-clothed ghosts?
Using it once would be largely futile!
“Old Qin, what do we do now? We can’t cast the curse mark on that demon, he’s too far away.”
Old Mo spoke in a low voice.
At the same time, Qiu Xi let out a scream and was sent flying backward.
I didn't have time to respond, shouting:
“Qiu Xi!”
After speaking, I charged forward directly, killing a white-clothed vengeful ghost with a single sword strike.
I held Qiu Xi, discovering her abdomen was already soaked in blood.
She had been pierced in the abdomen by a vengeful ghost’s claw.
But Qiu Xi gasped:
“I’m fine, don’t, don’t worry about me, be careful…”
After speaking, Qiu Xi raised her hand and shot a rune-coated steel needle, killing a specter preparing to ambush me.
“Damn it! Demon Daoist, I will kill you!”
I roared, my eyes about to spew fire.
Controlling the Yin Yang Treasure Orb, I sent it directly towards him.
As a result, the Crow Daoist’s body flickered twice, easily evading it.
“Hahaha! What does it matter if you’ve reincarnated ten times?
My Netherworld Sect has been plotting for a thousand years. This era, my new dynasty is destined to rise again.
You, my friend, are destined to be unable to change any of this.”
The Crow Daoist, with the demeanor of a victor, laughed maniacally and arrogantly.
And the ghost horde had completely surrounded us.
Seeing us trapped in the courtyard, unable to advance or retreat, they were continuously devouring us.
Now, we were truly at our wits' end.
Uncle-Master and the others hadn't arrived yet, but we could no longer hold on.
If we didn't use our final trump card, we would truly die here prematurely.
This predicament also matched what the Four Yin Messengers of Specters and Phantoms had spoken of, a desperate situation of life and death.
With no other choice, even at the cost of our lifespan, we had to activate our final trump card.
I shielded Qiu Xi behind me.
At the same time, I said to Old Mo on the other side:
“Old Mo, let’s begin!”
Hearing me say this, Old Mo’s expression turned grim, and he replied without hesitation:
“Alright!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, both of us reached out and tore off our upper garments.
Instantly, our bodies, covered in scars, were revealed.
Everyone was puzzled as they saw Old Mo and me remove our clothes, unsure what we were about to do.
But the dense ghost horde continued to charge, and two red-clothed ghosts even broke through the demonic souls’ defense, heading straight for Old Mo and me.
“Young Master Qin, dodge!”
“Senior Brother Mo, quickly dodge!”
“Qin Ze, be careful!”
“…”
Everyone was filled with worry.
If we didn't dodge when facing red-clothed ghosts, we would surely die.
However, at the very same moment, Old Mo and I brought our hands together.
Simultaneously forming a sword finger seal.
Activating the spiritual power within our bodies, we directly triggered the Four Spirits Curse Mark on our chests.
In an instant, a small black circle appeared.
Following that, the four characters "魑魅魍魉" appeared within it.
As these four characters appeared, a fierce, icy aura erupted from our chests.
Rolling black qi continuously emerged from our chests.
The surging Yin energy caused all the ghosts present to tremble in fear and dread.
Even the distant Crow Daoist looked at us with shock and even terror.
The Twelve Demonic Souls and others also watched us, seemingly incredulous.
In the instant all the ghosts were stunned,
Old Mo and I roared in unison:
“Specter and Phantom Chain, open!”
As these words were uttered, the sound of clanking chains suddenly echoed from our chests.
Following that, a bizarre scene unfolded.
Four black iron chains shot out from the positions of our chests.
Twisting and spiraling, they shot towards the ghost horde before us.
The dozen or so white-clothed and yellow-clothed ghosts in front of us were instantly pierced by the Specter and Phantom Chain and exploded on the spot, their souls scattered to the winds.
Furthermore, the Specter and Phantom Chain directly targeted the red-clothed vengeful ghosts.
The Crow Daoist also noticed the anomaly and quickly roared:
“Return!”
All the surrounding red-clothed and yellow-clothed ghosts retreated backward with a “swoosh.”
However, this time, Old Mo and I had locked our targets on those two red-clothed ghosts.
The Specter and Phantom Chain continued to fly out from our chests, the chains clanking and coiling like an octopus, piercing and exploding all specters in their path.
In an instant, ten yellow-clothed ghosts were annihilated, and over twenty white-clothed ghosts exploded.
The two red-clothed ghosts that were trying to escape, though powerful,
could not escape a deadly fate when facing the curse marks of the Four Legendary Yin Messengers, Specter and Phantom…