The Yaomian Ghost, seeing the incoming flame sword energy, did not dodge but instead condensed black liquid in his hands, preparing to meet the attack head-on. "I want to see how strong this flame is!"
The Yaomian Ghost caught the flame sword energy with his hands, and his expression instantly turned grim. He was forced back several meters before he could stabilize himself.
"Good heavens, this flame sword energy is so powerful," the Yaomian Ghost sighed, his palms smoking white as if scorched.
Beside him, San Sui Xie looked at the Yaomian Ghost as if he were an idiot, speechless.
He could have dodged but chose to take the hit with his hands.
The trapped Hong Niangzi also looked at the Yaomian Ghost with exasperation.
Yu Daohen channeled the Qi within his body into his arm, stopping the bleeding from his wound.
Just then, Zhou Fu, having dealt with the evil spirit, also ran over.
Zhou Fu came to Yu Daohen's side, looking at the wound on his arm, and asked, "Sect Master, are you alright?"
Yu Daohen smiled faintly, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm fine, just a scratch."
Every man had his pride, and Yu Daohen was no exception.
No matter how much pain he was in, he acted as if nothing were wrong.
Seeing another helper arrive, San Sui Xie began to have second thoughts. "This kid has another helper. Should we retreat for now?"
The Yaomian Ghost, having just suffered a setback, was unwilling to back down. He snorted, "So what if another helper arrives? We'll still kill them!"
Yu Daohen chuckled and looked at Zhou Fu beside him. "Do you have enough explosion talismans?"
Zhou Fu nodded. "I have enough."
Yu Daohen nodded in satisfaction and instructed, "See Hong Niang trapped over there? Don't go near her. Just throw explosion talismans and blow her up!"
Zhou Fu looked worriedly at the menacing Yaomian Ghost and San Sui Xie. "What about those two?"
Yu Daohen took a step forward, a characteristic sinister smile on his lips. "Don't worry, I'll hold these two off."
San Sui Xie, seeing their plan, revealed a subtle smile.
The Yaomian Ghost beside him knew something was wrong.
With just the two of them, they might not be able to take down this pretty boy, especially with another helper.
The trapped Hong Niangzi heard this and channeled all her ghost Qi, attempting to break the soul-snatching chains. However, as soon as her ghost Qi surged out, it was all absorbed by the chains.
Zhou Fu, without hesitation, pulled out explosion talismans and began a barrage of attacks.
The Yaomian Ghost and San Sui Xie on the side rushed forward to stop him, but Yu Daohen blocked them.
Yu Daohen's left eye narrowed, his Samsara Blood Tears filling his entire eye socket. With a wave of his hand, two drops of Samsara Blood Tears shot towards the two spirits.
The Yaomian Ghost and San Sui Xie quickly dodged. Yu Daohen's Flame Swallowing Art followed closely, giving the two spirits no chance to breathe.
For a moment, Yu Daohen's Samsara Blood Tears, combined with his Flame Swallowing Art, managed to suppress the Yaomian Ghost and San Sui Xie, preventing them from getting close.
All fifty-plus explosion talismans were unleashed. Hong Niangzi's ghost Qi continuously seeped out of her body, clearly showing she was at the end of her rope.
Seeing this, Zhou Fu gripped his Soul Suppressing Stone short sword and stepped forward, preparing to deliver the finishing blow.
Hong Niangzi, seeing Zhou Fu approach, revealed a sinister smile.
If this kid got close, she was confident she could kill him directly, and by then absorbing his vital blood, her injuries would be completely healed.
Yu Daohen, who was evenly matched with the Yaomian Ghost and San Sui Xie, saw this and shouted, "Don't get close to her!"
As soon as Yu Daohen said this, Zhou Fu immediately stopped, but it was already too late.
Hong Niangzi suddenly shot out her tongue, wrapping it around Zhou Fu's neck.
The speed was so great that Zhou Fu had no time to react before his tongue was already entwined around his neck.
Zhou Fu raised his Soul Suppressing Stone short sword, trying to cut off the tongue, but Hong Niangzi tightened her grip. Zhou Fu instinctively began to suffocate, and the Soul Suppressing Stone short sword in his hand dropped to the ground.
Zhou Fu struggled desperately, but it was useless; the tongue only tightened.
"Trouble," Yu Daohen muttered. Just as he stepped forward to save him, he was repelled by a punch from the Yaomian Ghost.
Yu Daohen retreated, and just as he was about to condense Samsara Blood Tears to shoot at Hong Niangzi, he saw the Yaomian Ghost punch towards him again.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen had a sudden idea. He directly swung the Dragon Subduing Halberd in his hand towards Hong Niangzi, then clenched his fist and clashed with the Yaomian Ghost.
Hong Niangzi, seeing the approaching Dragon Subduing Halberd, could only fling Zhou Fu aside and use her tongue to swat away the incoming halberd.
At the same time, Yu Daohen and the Yaomian Ghost both threw punches at each other.
Bang!
Both sides were evenly matched and locked in a stalemate. Seeing this, San Sui Xie stepped on the Yaomian Ghost's body and leaped high into the air, lunging at Yu Daohen.
Yu Daohen saw this, abruptly retracted his fist, condensed the Earth Kun Hand in his palm, and chopped out.
San Sui Xie, in mid-air, was as agile as a cat, dodging Yu Daohen's Earth Kun Hand with a backward lean.
Before Yu Daohen could react, the Yaomian Ghost, with his fist like a sandbag, punched towards Yu Daohen's chest.
Yu Daohen had no time to react and was hit. He was sent flying backward, crashing into a tree behind him.
Yu Daohen gritted his teeth, enduring the intense pain. A warm liquid surged into his mouth.
Yu Daohen knew without thinking what it was, and he forced himself to swallow it back down.
The intense pain in his chest turned his face ashen.
Yu Daohen leaned against the tree, struggling to stand up, cursing, "Damn it, at least two ribs are broken. How can this guy hit so hard!"
San Sui Xie and the Yaomian Ghost walked over.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen intended to condense the Heaven Qian Palm to meet them head-on, but he suddenly realized he couldn't channel any Qi.
"This is bad." Yu Daohen raised his hand and saw a few drops of black liquid clinging to the back of his hand.
Could it be that he had accidentally touched this strange black liquid when he exchanged blows with the Yaomian Ghost earlier?
The Yaomian Ghost smiled, looking at the ashen-faced Yu Daohen, and mocked, "Stop struggling. This liquid can seal the Qi in your body."
Yu Daohen's expression became grave. In this situation, he could only rely on Samsara Blood Tears to fight head-on.
San Sui Xie looked at the Yaomian Ghost beside him. "Should we pull out that flag first?"
The Yaomian Ghost glanced at the already exhausted Hong Niangzi and sneered, "What's the hurry? We can save her after we've eaten this pretty boy. I suffered a minor injury earlier when I took that flame sword energy head-on, so I'll use this pretty boy to recover. You can have the kid who fainted over there."
Zhou Fu had fainted after being thrown aside earlier.
"What about Hong Niangzi?" the Yaomian Ghost asked.
The Yaomian Ghost snorted, "A useless piece of trash. Daoists are top-grade tonics, why share her?"
San Sui Xie nodded, his green eyes instinctively glancing behind the Yaomian Ghost. He smiled and said, "Then this pretty boy is all yours."
The Yaomian Ghost nodded and strode towards Yu Daohen.
Just as Yu Daohen was preparing to condense Samsara Blood Tears to confront the Yaomian Ghost head-on, San Sui Xie behind him's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand, stabbing directly at the Yaomian Ghost's back.