As for Tu Hongye, Xiang Wan's thoughts were always on him, and she would never stand idly by if he were in danger. However, it was still necessary for her disciple to gain some experience on his own.

The yin energy of Ghost Mountain grew stronger and stronger. In the churning thick fog, ghostly figures loomed, their mouths agape and their claws outstretched, as if they were choosing to devour someone.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, karmic obstacles manifest, bottomless bottle, open!"

Wen Shuang summoned her magical artifact, a pale blue porcelain bottle. As she channeled her magic power into the bottle, the opening grew larger and larger, drawing in wisps of thick fog.

"Wen Shuang, if you're so capable, absorb all of Ghost Mountain's energy, or else you'll be a dead soul under my sword, hahahaha!"

Shen Beiming's voice came from all directions, deafeningly loud.

Wen Shuang could not do two things at once, so she used all her strength to cast the spell. Her junior sister beside her held her sword and looked around warily to prevent Shen Beiming from launching a sneak attack.

The bottomless bottle was no match for Ghost Mountain. Wen Shuang was sweating profusely, but the thick fog above her head showed no signs of abating. If she continued to absorb it, the bottomless bottle would probably crack.

The moment she stopped, a sword appeared out of nowhere, flashing a bright light, and went straight for Wen Shuang's chest.

Wen Shuang quickly withdrew her hand to dodge, but the sword was too fast. The bottomless bottle couldn't be retracted in time and was struck by the sword, smashing directly into the mud. Fortunately, the bottomless bottle didn't break; only some of the thick fog inside dissipated.

Seeing the opportunity, Tu Hongye jumped up on the spot and, before the sword light had completely dissipated, slashed his sword directly into the thick fog.

With a tearing sound, the Demon-Slaying Sword ripped through clothing, and Shen Beiming's angry curses echoed from the thick fog before disappearing without a trace.

Wen Shuang put away the bottomless bottle and, leading her junior sister, cautiously moved towards Tu Hongye's direction.

"Young man, we cannot split up, in case Shen Beiming suddenly launches an attack."

Tu Hongye did not answer, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

The three stood back to back, each defending one side.

The thick fog continued to churn, and whenever a patch of fog approached them, the three of them would take turns thrusting their swords into it.

The stench of blood on his body grew stronger, because the wounds inflicted by the yin wind when he was summoned by the Ghost Mountain had not been treated in time, and now the ghosts in the thick fog were becoming increasingly excited.

"Senior Sister Wenshuang, I have a method that we can try, but it's a bit risky, I don't know..."

"Young brother, if you can escape, what's a little risk?"

Wen Shuang's tone was very firm, which made Tu Hongye a little embarrassed to speak.