My master's cough was acting up, which seriously affected his combat strength.
"Cough, cough, cough," the sounds echoed incessantly.
With every swing of his sword, my master struggled, his face flushing red.
I knew that if Master didn't rest for a while, he would either be bitten to death by these specters or cough himself to death.
Thinking of this, I charged forward with my peach wood sword:
"Master, let me hold them off for you!"
With that, I stood in front of my master.
I hacked down the specters that pounced on me, one after another.
And I myself was already wounded in multiple places.
But at this moment, I couldn't stop, nor could I afford to.
My master caught his breath:
"Good, let, let me, cough, take, take some medicine..."
After speaking, my master continued to fend off the specters around him.
While reaching into his pocket to retrieve some medicine.
It was likely a strong cough suppressant.
However, before my master could take the medicine.
I felt a surge of potent YinSha energy approaching.
As I instinctively looked, I saw that the Black Nether Ghost King had made his move.
His target was me.
It was clear that this was the optimal moment to strike.
The fierce ghost charged out from the specter horde with incredible speed, raising its sharp claws, aiming directly for my chest.
"Disciple, be careful!"
My master cried out, completely forgetting about taking his medicine at this moment.
He lunged forward directly.
With a "bang," my master blocked the sharp claws with his sword.
Seeing my master shield me, my heart chilled.
The Black Nether Ghost King's speed was truly terrifying.
As expected of a specter on par with my master.
I, by myself, was utterly incapable of stopping him.
"Heh heh heh, so you're a consumptive!"
The fierce ghost sneered.
It raised its other claw and slashed towards my master.
My master's face darkened, and he remained silent.
But as he raised his sword to block, he couldn't help but cough twice.
These two coughs instantly drained my master's strength.
The fierce ghost seized the opportunity, its claw slashing towards my master's face.
"Master!"
I yelled, trying to rush to his rescue.
But I was cut off by over a dozen specters.
Seeing that evasion was impossible, my master could only violently turn his head, shifting his body slightly.
He managed to avoid his head and neck, the vital areas.
But this claw strike.
With a "ripping" sound, it tore through my master's left chest, leaving several bloody gashes, flesh and blood mangled.
Blood gushed out continuously.
My master was also sent crashing to the ground by this single claw.
"Damn it!"
I exposed myself, hacking through the specters blocking my path.
Meanwhile, the Black Nether Ghost King, cackling ominously, intended to give my master no quarter.
He charged forward with a sudden burst, aiming to kill my master.
Although my master had avoided the vital spots, he was now coughing uncontrollably.
"Cough, cough, cough."
He was coughing so hard he couldn't even stand up...
Seeing my master about to meet his end.
I hesitated no longer.
I hurled the peach wood sword in my hand, pinning a specter in front of me.
Simultaneously, I channeled my true energy, pouring it into my right palm.
In an instant, the Wuchang Curse appeared.
"Damn it, all of you, die!"
I roared in fury.
This was my trump card, reserved for the absolute most critical and perilous moments for self-preservation.
But now, it was imperative to use it.
If I didn't, my master might truly perish.
My master had saved my life and given me a second chance.
Though his lifespan was dwindling, I didn't want him to die here...
In that instant, the Wuchang Curse activated.
I raised my palm and slammed it forward.
The Wuchang Curse, a "divine incantation" bestowed upon me by Black and White Impermanence.
Its power was astonishing.
As I unleashed it, the might of Wuchang began to surge from my body.
That immense, oppressive aura swept across the entire battlefield like a tsunami.
The specters, as soon as they felt this aura.
All trembled, their faces contorted in fear.
They became incredibly terrified and began to retreat en masse.
Muttering unintelligible whimpers, their bodies quivered uncontrollably.
Even the fierce ghost attacking my master looked towards me with profound dread.
I showed no hesitation whatsoever.
As I struck, I bellowed:
"Die!"
With a palm strike, the Wuchang Curse was unleashed.
A golden light flashed.
The next second, a "boom" echoed, like the explosion of thunder.
The sound of heavens striking thunder reverberated, making eardrums ache. The surrounding specters were further battered by this resounding blast, howling in agony.
And with this tremendous boom.
The faint golden light emanating from my right palm suddenly erupted.
It transformed into a blinding radiance.
The dim spiritual realm was instantly illuminated by the golden light.
All the specters gazed at this brilliant golden light.
And at me, bathed within it.
Following this, within the golden light.
Two streams of black and white energy shot out from my palm, like coiling dragons.
With a "hum," they surged towards the specter horde before me, and towards the Black Nether Ghost King about five meters away.
The lesser specters in the vicinity, under the oppressive force of Wuchang's energy, instantly turned into wisps of smoke.
They possessed no ability to resist whatsoever.
The Black Nether Ghost King had no idea I possessed such a terrifying means.
Already overwhelmed with fear under the suppression of the Wuchang aura.
Now, with the two black and white streams unleashed in a flash.
He had absolutely no time to dodge.
His face contorted, revealing an expression of extreme terror.
Instinctively, he raised his claws to block.
But all of this was utterly futile.
With a resounding "boom,".
The Black Nether Ghost King, without even letting out a cry, was blasted into black smoke...