The Ghost Pagoda exuded a sinister aura, and a dark force dragged Lin Feng into an inaccessible corner of darkness, far removed from the light.

"Make your move!" Wan Jun raised his eyebrows and pointed his arm at Si Zang and the others.

Whoosh! Fist-sized drops of blood rained down from the dark clouds, and gusts of cold wind blew ice shards from the ice layer, followed by a chilling aura that swept across the sky and towards Si Zang and the others.

Snap, snap, snap... The viscous blood fell, and a transparent shield appeared in front of Si Zang. As he drew his electronic peach wood sword and projected the talisman, an infinitely long hook suddenly flew out from the side and hooked towards his chest.

The black hook swung in the air, its sharp tip mingling with the rain, pulling at the viscous, blood-red sheen, before suddenly piercing through the defenses and entering the area not yet covered by blood.

Bang!

Tang Hong took a step forward, threw a punch, and while blasting away the incoming hook, he raised his arm to block in front of Si Zang and the others.

This punch lacked immense energy and grand momentum, possessing only a vigorous willpower—simple yet ferocious.

When fighting against these "ghostly" rules, an energy attack is far less effective than a direct clash of wills!

At this moment, the blood rain began to intensify, and the continuous rain connected the entire sky and earth into one, revealing human heads that transformed into the appearance of Ghost Rain Di Xing.

"So who is my opponent?"

"You? Or you?"

Di Xing laughed, his expression distorted by the rain. His mad thoughts swirled in the blood-filled water, falling to the ground little by little, staining the entire ice layer red and polluting the seawater within sight.

Si Zang remained silent, then reached out and stirred the power of heaven and earth, parting the clouds to reveal a few glimmers of starlight, which immediately caught the attention of Di Xing.

"That's you~"

Di Xing twisted, and the falling rain transformed into a blood-red human shape.

A thin hemp rope was hanging from the humanoid figure's chest, stirring up the blood on its body and exuding a thick, eerie ghostly aura as it appeared behind Shizang.

The rope was slowly pulled out, and one by one, the terrified and frantic dead heads were tightly strangled by the rope, withdrawing from his body and wrapping around Si Zang's neck, hanging all over his body.

Hehehe.

Hehehe.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The chaotic laughter, carrying disordered will, washed over Si Zang's soul, stirring up countless complex and resentful sounds.

One dead head, two dead heads, three dead heads... male or female, old or young, using their voices from their lives, slowly breathing into Si Zang's ear, using a tone only a ghost could have, etching shadows into his soul.

At the same moment, the ghost messenger Li Ye appeared before Tang Hong, and the hook hanging in his hand shot out on its own.