"Since that is the case, then I shall consume your goodwill. I will make you be haunted by evil spirits and become my puppets from now on."
"To turn you into one person's puppet."
His form dispersed, his voice continuously entwined with the surroundings, heading towards the five people from all directions.
Everyone covered their ears.
"Damn it, what is this pancake-like thing doing now?" Du Chun grumbled.
Just now he had seen himself wanting to dominate the world, wanting to become the king of the world.
But that pathetic and foolish appearance.
He felt disgusted just thinking about it now.
He wanted to experience what happened just now again.
If his goodwill were absorbed, it would mean that he could only be that kind of person from now on.
"Absolutely impossible."
He blurted out.
Everyone was startled, "What's wrong?"
They were all cautiously confronting the Basigui, lest it suddenly attack.
Just then, Du Chun, impatient, quickly pulled himself away and furiously charged forward to fight.
He let out a shout.
"You idiot, today I will show you how foolish you are, utterly foolish."
With this saber strike, he used almost all his strength, transforming into righteous energy that soared into the sky.
But he ultimately used his strength incorrectly.
This Basigui was inherently ethereal. If confronted with force, their power would be absorbed.
Moreover, Du Chun's attack was laden with countless resentments.
This was the best nourishment for the Basigui.
The surging power poured out, ultimately falling onto the ghost.
It even made chewing sounds.
"Such powerful strength, such potent resentment, I truly like it very much."
Du Chun felt directly insulted and appeared exceptionally enraged.
His eyes carried the aura of swift killing as he continuously slashed forward with his blade, "How utterly detestable, you dare to devour my power."
"Spit it out, you disgusting being, I will kill you."
As his resentment grew, the Basigui's body also continued to enlarge.
He finally realized something was wrong and quickly retreated.
Gu Qianying followed, and Nangong Mo moved to his right.
Both warned him nervously, "No matter what you saw in your dream earlier, do not get angry because of it, otherwise you will be influenced by this thing. Do you really want to see yourself become like that?"
Du Chun's initial rage was quickly doused by a bucket of cold water.
He froze in mid-air, fear appearing in his eyes, uncharacteristically flustered, "If that were the case, wouldn't I have done more harm than good?"
Gu Qianying's sharp eyes narrowed, "I don't think so."
Nangong Mo also noticed something amiss, "Madam is right, it may not be so."
Du Chun, caught in the middle, felt bewildered.
"Can you two explain?"
The two beside him ignored him, their bodies instantly rising, one charging forward.
"Hey, you two are going too far!"
Gu Qianying and Nangong Mo, a couple, were exceptionally in sync. They had realized that due to the Basigui's greed, it had absorbed the wrong kind of power.
Although Du Chun was angry just now, his anger carried a stern righteousness. Coupled with his power, the Basigui absorbing it was not a good thing.
As expected.
The Basigui, while chewing the power, suddenly realized its body was changing. The power within was surging, seemingly trying to attack it.
"What is happening? What exactly is this thing?"
Gu Qianying formed hand seals, instantly appearing before the entity, and with a mocking smile, said,
"This is the goodwill you desired! Such deliciousness, don't you want to try it?"
As Gu Qianying spoke, she raised her palm and quickly pushed forward.
The Basigui, driven mad by the internal turmoil, could not control it, and its movements became incredibly slow.
When Gu Qianying's power arrived, it had no power to resist.
Like a ball, it was quickly smashed into the air.
It let out a wail, its pancake-like body beginning to shake incessantly.
Nangong Mo followed suit, imbuing his weapon with spiritual energy and thrusting it forward.
"No!" the Basigui cried out, "No, how can you kill me? This is my territory."
Nangong Mo's eyes showed displeasure as he swiftly moved forward again.
With another kick.
It directly sent the entity falling to the ground.
Unable to control its direction, it could only shout in distress.
When it landed on the ground.
It slowly got up, its form appearing exceptionally dishevelled, "How dare you treat me like this? You foolish people?"
At this moment, a scoff sounded from behind.
The Basigui turned its head in panic, only to see Du Chun smiling eerily, holding a long sword.
"Take your life!"
A sinister glint appeared in Du Chun's eyes as he charged forward.
"You cannot kill me! I am immortal, I cannot die. Even if you attack me now, your power will be absorbed by me, so why bother?" the Basigui was still trying to bewitch.
"What if it's within my formation?" Meng Qinghua said with a relaxed expression.
They knew this thing fed on human hearts. If ordinary methods were used, it would be useless, and perhaps this ghost would become even more powerful.
But if it fell into his formation.
Then things would be different!
The Basigui watched as the long sword before it flew and directly pierced its form.
It was powerless to resist, and finally, its body disintegrated.
"Ah!"
Its mournful cry could be heard throughout the underworld, and the souls trapped within it were finally freed.
They emerged one by one, scattering in all directions.
Those souls emitted faint sounds, as subtle as gnats, but the female protagonist still heard their voices.
It was the word "thank you."
"You're welcome," the female protagonist opened her mouth slightly and waved to them.
Soon, those souls retreated, successfully dissipating into the River of Oblivion.
Below, everyone sighed, "Right and wrong, truly causing harm to people. One wonders how many people are powerless against the influence of this Basigui."
Du Chun narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked,
"You are all so emotional, is it because of something that happened just now? What exactly did you see!"
The expressions of the other four immediately stiffened.
"Why talk about this? There is only one last layer left, don't speak of unlucky things!" Gu Qianying broke the deadlock, trying to move on.
Nangong Mo's expression was icy, "Meddling."
Meng Qinghua was very leisurely, "Then tell us what you encountered? Judging by your strong reaction just now, it must not have been a good thing!"
Du Chun was immediately flustered.
"Nonsense, my intentions are pure, I saw nothing."
After saying that, he ran off to cover his embarrassment.
The four behind him exchanged knowing smiles.
Ouyang Qinglin raised an eyebrow, "He must have encountered it!"
"That's right!" the three said in unison.
Arriving outside the ninth layer of hell, everyone stopped with a tacit understanding.
Although victory was within reach.
That was the ninth layer, as the name suggested, the deepest part of hell, and thus the most dangerous.
The path through the previous eight layers was not easy.
As for the so-called ninth layer, it was likely even more difficult.
What crisis would they encounter?