Li Wenhe didn't speak, but looked behind him and asked, "What did you bring here?"

Pei Di glanced at it and froze: "Did you blow up a ghost's nest?"

How can there be so many ghosts!

He Wangyao grabbed the female ghost and ran, shouting, "Run! Run!"

Li Wenhe stood still, quickly throwing out a talisman and rapidly forming hand seals and chanting incantations to summon the power of heavenly lightning, which struck the group of evil spirits.

This is the Heavenly Thunder Talisman that Mingzhuo gave him before he left. Although it cannot compare to Mingzhuo's, its power is still astonishing enough.

The ghosts at the forefront were quickly surrounded by flames and howled miserably.

The female ghost had increased her speed when she sensed the power of the heavenly lightning, but now she stopped and looked back at the evil spirits being burned to ashes by the ghostly blue flames.

That look in his eyes was indescribable—resentment, relief, and satisfaction!

Finally, you beasts have gotten your just desserts.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she broke free from He Wangyao's grasp, and her resentment and murderous aura were released wildly in an instant as she rushed in to fight.

Compared to those ghosts, she was truly bloodthirsty, her ferocity uncontrollable, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet and almost freeze.

If it were anyone else from the Xuanmen sect present, they would definitely choose to deal with this ghost immediately, since the danger level is too high and a single mistake could wipe out everyone present.

Li Wenhe touched a piece of paper in his pocket; it was another thing that Ming Zhuo had given him.

The painting that Mingzhuo created with cinnabar, which was then soaked with Hu Miao's tears.

"Help her!" Li Wenhe quickly made a decision between leaving and staying.