Seeing the little golden man defeated, Shui Yanling's heart sank to the bottom. The black hand did not stop at all and continued to rush towards the little golden man, as if it wanted to tear the little golden man to pieces.

After being struck by the ghostly hand, the golden light on the little golden figure dimmed and almost disappeared.

The little golden man, who had just taken a direct hit, looked at the slightly bent longsword in his hand and seemed not to have expected that the ghost hand would be so troublesome.

The ghost hand moved with incredible speed, as if it wanted to kill the little golden man with lightning speed before he could recover from the blow.

Watching the swiftly approaching ghostly hand, the little golden man made a gesture that seemed like a sigh, then raised the sword in front of him again, and with his other hand he directly grasped the blade, from the hilt to the tip. Golden blood instantly covered the longsword, making it seem as if it were sentient.

The longsword, which had been bent slightly by the ghostly hand, suddenly emitted a bright light. The purple mist in the room seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and it dissipated completely under the radiant light.

"Ah!" The moment the light shone, Shui Yanling felt as if she were in a pot of boiling oil. The blinding light made her feel like she had nowhere to hide. The last bit of black energy on her body disappeared instantly, just like the purple mist. Even her body was emitting wisps of green smoke. At this moment, she couldn't even stand up and could only lie on the ground trembling.

The ghost hand was in an even more tragic state, because it was directly facing the light. The moment the light shone, it vanished as if its bones had been crushed and its ashes scattered, leaving only a thumb connected to the almost completely destroyed palm.

My once extremely thick arms now look as if they've been chewed by a dog, and the part that connects to my chest is only the size of a finger.

The ghostly hand wanted to recover, but it couldn't recover under the light.

On the other hand, the little golden man's remaining dim golden light had completely disappeared, and half of his body seemed to have melted away, but his expression was extremely solemn, and the golden sword continued to emit light.

Suddenly, the last remaining thumb of the ghost hand split open, and countless strands of hair floated out, covering the sky and rushing straight towards the golden light.

The little golden man gently turned the sword in his hand, and with a horizontal slash, he cleaved the overwhelming hair like a rainbow piercing the sun, melting away the ice and snow wherever it touched.

But when the hair disappeared, the black hand also vanished. When I looked back, the ghostly hand had shrunk back into my chest.

The little golden man looked at the ghostly hand that had returned to my body, and slowly sheathed his longsword behind his back.

Shui Yanling had already fainted. Although she hadn't directly faced the light, if that soul-piercing power had continued any longer, she would probably have turned into smoke.

The little golden man looked at me lying on the bed, then at Shui Yanling lying on the ground, shook his head, and turned into a golden light, returning to the back of my neck.

Meanwhile, in a dream.

I knelt on the sea surface. The three ghost heads finally tore apart the protective shield formed by the jade pendant. The jade pendant in my hand finally dimmed, and several more cracks appeared on top of the original fragments, making it look extremely pitiful.

The three howling ghost heads, now without the protective shield, opened their blood-red maws, wanting to tear me apart just like the shield had.

Completely powerless, I could only barely lift my head and watch as the three ghost heads charged toward me.

At that moment, I couldn't even lift a finger; I could only close my eyes and wait for the final result.

Just when I was feeling hopeless and thought I was going to die, a golden light suddenly descended from the sky and landed right next to me.

The three ghost heads had already landed on my head when the golden light suddenly turned, and a sword aura shot up from below, instantly turning the three ghost heads into ashes. The sword aura surged, and the seawater churned, drawing a straight channel that stretched to the end of my sight, turning the golden seawater into a giant wave that sprayed towards the bloody mass of ghosts.

Chapter Twenty-One: Fear

It took a long time for them to gradually close, as if a sword had cleaved the sea in two. I stared in shock at the scene before me. The golden light before me gradually dissipated, revealing a Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown and holding a long sword. However, no matter how hard I tried, I could not make out what his face looked like.

The Taoist slowly turned around, as if looking at the ghostly thing. The moment the Taoist appeared, the ghostly thing stopped spreading towards me and stopped at the boundary between the blood and the golden sea.

"Roar!" The ghostly thing seemed to be somewhat afraid of the Taoist priest in front of it, or perhaps it was extremely angry. After roaring, it stretched out many octopus-like tentacles from its body and rushed towards the Taoist priest, baring its teeth and claws, wanting to strike first.

The Taoist priest gently gathered the long sword in his hand, held it horizontally, and touched the tip of the sword with his other hand. A spell appeared from the sword, seemingly engraved on it, and instantly materialized after the Taoist priest touched the tip of the sword.

The Taoist priest held his long sword without moving, but countless sword energies roared out, severing all the rushing tentacles. The tentacles fell onto the sea surface, turned into pus and blood, and then reattached themselves to the ghostly thing.

In a short while, the tentacles that the Taoist had severed grew back and surrounded the ghostly thing.

Seeing this, the Taoist sighed softly, took down the long sword that had been lying across the wall, and carried it on his back. When the ghostly thing saw that the Taoist had removed the long sword, it shuddered and extended many tentacles from its body, seemingly wanting to kill the Taoist directly. Its blood-red maw suddenly opened, roaring continuously, and even the blood beneath it suddenly churned into a blood wave, carrying countless severed arms that began to smash down towards the Taoist's head. After the blood wave, countless tentacles spread towards the Taoist.

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