Chapter 48: Using one's own divine soul as a catalyst, and one's spirit as a sacrifice.

The spiritual energy within Shen Yuepo's body was rapidly depleting, and the cold, ghostly poison was constantly eroding her meridians at the wound on her right arm.

The waves of intense pain inevitably slowed her movements slightly.

"Pfft!"

A ghostly claw hidden in the darkness seized the moment when the fire of the Moonlit Soul Talisman burned away the fierce ghost in front of her and made a sharp grab on her left shoulder.

"snort!"

Shen Yuepo's face paled with pain, but a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

She neither dodged nor avoided, but instead used her left hand to grab the wrist of the ghostly claw that was piercing her shoulder.

With his right hand fingers together, the last bit of spiritual power gathered at his fingertips transformed into a dazzling golden light, fiercely piercing the vengeful ghost's crimson eyes.

"Breaking evil!"

The golden light pierced the ghost's eye with pinpoint accuracy.

"Aww!"

The vengeful ghost let out an unprecedentedly shrill and miserable howl.

The entire soul instantly burst into flames, turning into a billowing cloud of black smoke in the blink of an eye before finally dissipating completely.

However, this kill, achieved at the cost of injury, suddenly made her gasp for breath.

Just then, two vengeful ghosts that had been lurking behind her seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. One lunged at her back, while the other aimed straight for her crown.

A deadly chill instantly enveloped them.

Shen Yuepo's old power was exhausted, and no new power had been generated; the spiritual power within his body was almost depleted.

It's impossible to completely avoid these two decisive blows.

She only had time to gather the last bit of spiritual power remaining in her body, barely managing to condense a layer of golden light shield, while at the same time twisting her body to the side with all her might.

A ghostly claw pierced through the thin protective shield, tearing the clothes on her back and leaving three deep, bone-revealing claw marks on the right side of her back.

Another ghostly claw grazed her temple, its sharp ghostly energy slicing a bloody gash across her cheek and taking away a few strands of her flowing black hair.

If she hadn't twisted her body at the last moment, that claw would have already crushed her skull.

"Well!"

Shen Yuepo's vision went black, and a metallic sweetness surged into her throat, which she forced down.

The intense pain nearly made her faint; her body slammed heavily against the wall before sliding to the ground.

The wound on her back burned with pain, and the cold, ghostly poison pierced her body like countless fine needles, eroding her life force.

The remaining few vengeful ghosts let out triumphant shrieks, like hyenas that have smelled blood, and slowly surrounded them again.

Shen Yuepo leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Each breath aggravated the wound on her back, bringing excruciating pain.

The bright red blood quickly stained his clothes, and the fabric on his left shoulder and back was soaked through.

She watched the approaching ghosts, her cold eyes showing no fear, only a bottomless, icy pool.

Shen Yuepo's lips curled up slightly in a mocking arc.

"Oh……"

A faint chuckle rang out in the silent space. "This is the first time you've pushed me to this point."

The sound was light and airy, yet it clearly reached the senses of every vengeful ghost, causing them to instinctively pause for a moment as they approached.

There was no fear or despair in that laughter, yet it instilled a sense of instinctive dread in these vengeful spirits.

Shen Yuepo suddenly raised his blood-stained left hand, pressing his fingers against his brow, the very spot where a cultivator's soul originates.

At the same time, she frantically drew upon all the remaining spiritual energy in her body using a secret technique, pouring it all into her fingertips.

"With my soul!"

Her clear voice suddenly turned sharp, and her fingertips stirred that spark of soul light.

"Drawing upon the divine heavens—"

She chanted incantations rapidly, each syllable causing her already severely injured body to tremble violently, with blood seeping from her seven orifices.

The remaining spiritual energy around her, along with that bit of soul light, frantically converged towards the index and middle fingers of her right hand, which were clasped together.

She was about to unleash the divine thunder of the heavens.

The price was the dissipation of her own soul.

"—Strike with lightning!"

The last four words, spoken with the resolute air of her right hand, no longer pointed at any vengeful ghosts, but directly at the sky.

The soul light compressed to its limit at the fingertip summoned divine thunder from the heavens.

Using one's own divine soul as a guide and one's spirit as a sacrifice, one can incite divine punishment from the heavens.

Once this move is used, not to mention these ten vengeful ghosts, even if a hundred more come, they will all be wiped out.

Even if she dies today, she will never let these vengeful ghosts devour her.

The surrounding vengeful spirits sensed the destructive aura emanating from the fingertip. They let out terrified screams and instinctively tried to retreat, but the space was sealed off, and they had nowhere to escape.

Just as the glint of soul light at Shen Yuepo's fingertip was about to erupt completely—

Another anomaly occurs.

The entire space, sealed by the power of the vengeful spirit, shattered like a fragile glass mirror, instantly dissolving into nothingness.

The noise of traffic and the neon lights in the distance instantly flooded back into my senses.

At the same time, a terrifying pressure, far more chilling than the yin energy of a vengeful ghost, instantly swept across the entire alley.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The ferocious ghosts that had rushed towards them seemed to have been paused, their crimson eyes filled with immense fear.

A figure dressed in a dark, patterned robe appeared in front of Shen Yuepo, his back to her, blocking the ferocious gaze of all the evil spirits.

The black hair moved without wind; the newcomer simply raised his right hand casually.

It was a hand as perfect as a jade carving, with long, slender fingers.

As he raised his hand, the frozen space in the alley seemed to be given new rules.

The air stopped freezing and instantly turned into a sticky swamp, rendering the frozen ghosts unable to even struggle.

Explosions rang out one after another.

The remaining six ferocious and powerful ghosts didn't even have time to utter a wail before they were completely crushed by the invisible spatial force the moment that figure raised his hand.

It turned into wisps of black mist and vanished without a trace.

Inside the alley, the cold wind suddenly stopped, leaving only a strong smell of blood.

Feng Jin slowly lowered his hand, as if he had merely brushed away a tiny speck of dust.

He then slowly turned around.

Dark golden eyes fell on Shen Yuepo, who was almost slumped against the wall, covered in blood, and with his breath extremely weak.

His handsome face was expressionless, cold and devoid of any human warmth.

He watched as Shen Yuepo forcibly maintained her last shred of clarity, and looked at the wounds on her body that were emanating a ghostly black aura...

Feng Jin remained silent.

The next moment, he bent down.

An aura carrying the chill of the Netherworld instantly enveloped Chen Yuepo.

He extended the hand that had just easily crushed six vengeful ghosts and gently covered Shen Yuepo's left wrist, which was tightly clenched between her brows.

A surge of pure, ghostly energy forcibly severed the secret technique by which Chen Yuepo burned his soul.

And it continuously channeled a powerful, life-giving force of the Netherworld into her body.

"cough……"

Shen Yuepo coughed up a mouthful of black blood. The violent power within her body was forcibly suppressed, and the intense backlash caused her vision to go black. She also exhausted her last bit of strength.