296 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City, Chapter Twenty-Five

Before her stood the ghostly figures, their fates unknown, their fearlessness palpable. Their eyes were fixed only on the alluring aroma of the blood-soaked food, their only unconscious thought being to devour her, to consume her completely.

The simple obsession seems to have existed since I arrived here, without any change of time. No matter how many times the ghosts here devour and combine, it remains the same.

The living and the dead are separated, and the two worlds are not connected. This place is not accessible to the living, but a paradise for the dead.

Ordinary martial artists and common swords and spears cannot kill the illusory appearance of ghosts and spirits formed by yin energy. Swords and spears can only pass through the body and cannot kill them. Only swords and spears that carry the power of blood and qi, or the energy of incense, or unusual swords and spears that contain strange powers, such as cold or heat, and have various strange powers can harm the illusory ghosts and spirits.

On the Sword of Inquiry, sword energy flowed like clear, unstoppable water. At its tip, streams of upright and righteous energy, seemingly imbued with golden light and a sacred aura, shot rapidly through the air. These golden specks, like raindrops, moved with incredible speed, densely piercing the illusory bodies of the Yin ghosts.

The swordsmanship exuded a clear and pure aura, whether from Jingzhai's unique martial arts or the power inherent in the Wenxin Sword itself, it seemed capable of purifying all evil forces. The charging ghosts, ghost soldiers, and expendable casualties became pale and powerless under the sword energy, as if defeated by the holy power.

Even ordinary evil spirits were powerless against Jingzhai's sword. The sword technique was now like a tidal wave, with sword energy crisscrossing. A powerful wave of energy rose in front of the ghosts, sweeping away the surrounding darkness, eeriness, and coldness. A brief moment of righteousness, holiness, and clarity filled the space.

For a moment, all sorts of ghosts dared not advance, seemingly terrified of the clear, bright energy that had just passed by. This energy belonged to the human world, not to them. In life, they could breathe it normally, as easily as drinking water. But now, however, they could hardly breathe it in; each breath felt like a deadly poison, a life-threatening aura.

Continuing forward, plunging into the midst of the ghosts, his figure flickered erratically, sometimes as light as falling snow, sometimes as swift as lightning. Like a butterfly in flight, each burst of sword energy carried a chilling aura, as if purifying the entire world, leaving no trace of filth in the mortal realm.

In an instant, more than half of the densely packed ghosts before her were slain. At this moment, the space in front of her was empty. Her hair moved slowly without wind, and the blade of her sword gleamed coldly. Looking up, she saw an endless expanse of ghosts behind her, seemingly without end. At this moment, fear and dread filled her eyes, and she involuntarily retreated.

At this moment, Jingzhai felt no joy, only a deep chill. There were too many evil spirits here. The pure energy he had just used could completely kill the evil spirits, but this place was isolated from spiritual energy, making it difficult for him to survive!

On the other side, in the blink of an eye, Han Linling appeared with a slightly cold gaze and a stern expression. If she were a man, she would probably win the hearts of all the women in the world, while other men would probably have to spend their lives alone in a monastery.

Han Linling's long hair flowed like a waterfall, and a hairpin on her head transformed into a sharp sword in the blink of an eye. One side was extremely sharp, while the other side was blunt, and the blade gleamed with a cold light.

The place was shrouded in darkness, as if it were always in the night wind. Suddenly, a strange wind blew by, and a warm aura emanated from the black-clad figure, whose eyes were as cold as ice.

The eerie traveler, resembling a skeleton or a decaying body, hung on its form, constantly shifting and indistinct, seemingly devouring the living, its flesh regenerating, achieving immortality. Driven by a strange obsession, it devoured the living before it, devoured her. This inexplicable obsession seemed destined to never cease.

Driven by obsession, and surrounded by all around, something seemed to slowly crawl out from beneath the ground.

It slowly crawled out from underground, its body devoid of flesh, only a skeleton and stark white bones. It looked inexplicably terrifying, unarmed except for sharp claws, its orange-red eyes constantly surging and gathering, slowly approaching, devouring with undisguised desire.

A horrifying scene, a gruesome sight: countless skeletons came from all directions, seemingly from nowhere. A voice seemed to echo, 'It's her, this is the kind of noble person who treats us like dirt. I'm going to devour her, I'm going to eat you! It's you, it's someone like you!'

The terrifying sound seemed to come from the mouth of a skull, or from some unknown place. The sound was extremely frightening, and the unforgivable obsession had finally formed an unstoppable torrent.

The sage is here. He will first eliminate evil, and then, and then what, and then he will not dare to do anything else!

Han Linling was not disturbed in the slightest. Something inexplicable seemed to be invading her mind, flowing over her inner armor. She blocked all the slight disturbances, and a cool aura quickly flowed into her whole body, making her feel cool and her eyes sharp.

The sword in his hand was swift and fast; his swordsmanship was so skillful that a single movement could trigger a myriad of others. His swordsmanship was exceptionally proficient, moving with the speed and dexterity of his fingers and arms.

At the hilt of the sword, a lifelike tiger stripe, as if it were a real tiger spirit, hissed and gleamed with a cold light, bright and dazzling. In an instant, it transformed into streaks of brilliant cold stars, like the dots in calligraphy, scattered and radiating a chilling light.

Their figures were elusive and their steps were light and swift, as if they were real people, sometimes as light and graceful as snowflakes, and sometimes as swift and powerful as thunder.

Each sword strike aimed directly at the skull, its cold light flashing like icy arrows, instantly piercing the skull's forehead, leaving only a thumb-sized hole in its head. The cold light entered its body, and it exploded with a bang.

Her swordplay continued relentlessly, the sword flashing like stars, and one skeleton after another was slain. Each skeleton vanished into thin air beneath her blade. The slain skeletons seemed as if they had never existed; now, her sword was even colder, her presence even more piercing, and her eyes even more piercingly cold.

The area in front of him was completely empty; all the skeletons within ten feet had been killed.

The two women quickly approached Jingzhai's side, exchanging a glance, their eyes both showing a hint of seriousness. Han Linling transmitted her voice, "We can't stay any longer; it's best to leave now!"

Jingzhai nodded. In the past, it was the evil spirits that invaded the ground. The Yang Realm was the main area of ​​spiritual energy, which naturally rejected Yin energy. There was an invisible pressure. In the past, the main battlefield was on the ground, so the perception was not strong and not very obvious.