Over the past ten years, everyone's cultivation has made progress. Liang Yihan is now at the late stage of the Golden Core realm, but the inner core inside Lang Yuan's body has already transformed into the shape of a small wolf. His cultivation is equivalent to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator in the human realm, which is ultimately a higher realm than Liang Yihan.
So even in a one-on-one fight between Lang Yuan and Liang Yihan, Liang Yihan couldn't beat him, let alone with the help of many ghosts.
As she watched, Ahua's face grew paler and paler, her expression filled with extreme anxiety. Her eyes darted around, she pondered for a moment, then hurriedly flew down.
“Sister…” Ahua wanted to ask Liuli for help, but Liuli was squatting on the ground crying and ignored her completely.
Left with no other choice, Ahua turned her attention to Li Molin, who was squatting in front of Liuli, comforting her with a helpless expression.
"Young Master..." Ah Hua called out timidly.
Li Molin raised his head and asked, "What?"
Ahua hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and whispered, "Young Master, could you... let Liang Yihan go..."
Li Molin smiled faintly, then looked at Liuli again, his voice ambiguous, and said, "Liang Yihan treated you like this, and you still want to plead for him?"
Ah Hua paused, pursed her lips, and pleaded, "Please, young master, let Liang Yihan go... If this continues, he will die."
Li Molin shook his head and said calmly, "The battle is chaotic right now. Even if I wanted to let him go, I couldn't."
Ahua's heart sank. Indeed, under the current circumstances, even Li Molin could not control the battle.
Thinking this, Ahua grew increasingly anxious. She flew into the air and looked at the chaotic battle, quickly spotting Liang Yihan. But upon seeing Liang Yihan, her pupils constricted, and she instinctively cried out in alarm, shrilly, "Lang Yuan, stop!"
At that moment, more than a dozen ghosts were either pulling at Liang Yihan's body or pouncing on him, scratching and biting wildly, making him unable to move at all. What was even more deadly was that a wolf was rushing towards him, its sharp fangs pointed firmly at his brow.
Ah Hua's scream did nothing to stop the wolf fang. In desperation, Ah Hua raised her voice and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Wolf Source! Stop!"
Wolf Yuan hovered in the air, his cold eyes fixed on the wolf fangs. He heard Ah Hua's voice, but he seemed to ignore it.
Just as the wolf's fangs were about to pierce Liang Yihan's brow, Ahua panicked, and her body suddenly shone with a bright white light. With a thought, her body streaked across the sky like a shooting star, leaving a white trail in the air, and rushed to Liang Yihan's side.
Ahua appeared in front of Liang Yihan, spreading her arms wide to meet the sharp teeth of the wolf.
Wolf Yuan's expression changed, and the wolf fangs stopped instantly.
Ahua turned around and saw a ghost that had pounced on Liang Yihan, its huge mouth opening to bite at his neck. Liang Yihan's body was being pulled by other ghosts, so he couldn't escape at all.
In a moment of panic, Ahua forgot all her worries and her mother's repeated warnings. All she could see in her mind was his young face, smiling brightly, softly calling, "Ahua."
Suddenly, Ah Hua's body shone with a bright white light, the dazzling light as intense as a small sun. Those nearby couldn't see what was happening in the white light, but Liang Yihan, who was within its range, saw it clearly.
In the white light, Ahua transformed into a pure white cat. The cat's fur was about an inch long, and there wasn't a single other color in its pure white fur. Her eyes were a beautiful sea blue, and looking into them was like seeing a vast ocean.
As soon as the white cat appeared, it leaped forward, its two sharp claws flashing, leaving white claw marks that instantly wiped out the ghostly spirits on Liang Yihan's body. Then, the white cat jumped onto Liang Yihan's shoulder.
At this moment, the white light slowly dissipated, and many people who were watching the large area of white light only saw a beautiful snow-white cat perched on Liang Yihan's shoulder.
“Lingmao…” Liang Yihan murmured slowly, his eyes glazed over.
"A spiritual cat!"
"It's a civet cat..."
"There are actually spirit cats in this world..."
"..."
Screams rose and fell, and even amidst the fierce battle, the righteous disciples still looked over, astonished.
"Lingxi, come here!" Langyuan called out in a cold voice.
The white cat slowly turned her head and looked at Liang Yihan. Then, she leaped up and flew onto Lang Yuan's shoulder.
"A spirit cat?!" Suddenly, a shocked female voice rang out from the sky, the voice growing louder as it approached, exclaiming in surprise, "I'm not seeing things, am I? There's actually a spirit cat here!!"
Suddenly, streaks of light of various colors shot out from all directions, as numerous righteous masters rushed to the rescue of their disciples.
Li Molin temporarily shifted his attention away from Liuli, looking at the white cat on Langyuan's shoulder with surprise, and whispered, "It's actually a spirit cat..."
When Liuli, who was grieving, heard Li Molin mention the word "spirit cat," she slowly stopped crying and stood up to look. She searched the battlefield for a moment and first saw the beautiful white cat on Langyuan's shoulder. Then, her gaze shifted and finally found Shichan in the crowd. At that moment, his seven-jeweled kasaya was dazzling, and he was fighting with several ghosts. He looked like he was covered in blood, but he should be out of danger.
Liuli glanced at Shichan with a complicated expression, then turned to look at the white cat on Langyuan's shoulder.
When the woman's voice came over, Li Molin trembled and frowned.
He looked up at the various colored lights in the sky and frowned, saying, "They came so fast."
Even though the righteous sect masters arrived quickly, the righteous sect disciples had already suffered heavy casualties. Of the more than one hundred people who came at the beginning, only a small portion remained, and all of them were injured.
Li Molin withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and shouted, "All demons, listen up, retreat!"
"Yes!" The demons responded in unison, and under the cover of the remaining thousand or so ghosts, they successfully retreated behind Li Molin.
At this moment, Lang Yuan was about ten feet away from Liang Yihan. His cold gaze was fixed on Liang Yihan, while Liang Yihan's shocked gaze was fixed on Ahua.
Upon hearing Li Molin's order, Lang Yuan immediately turned and flew away.
At this moment, several ghostly spirits began to entangle Liang Yihan again.
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