With such a wishful thinking, everyone looked at a large group of hideous and terrifying ghosts of various shapes entangled in front of Ye Lan, almost covering her entire body.
And through the gaps in the thick fog, one could only vaguely see her cold and delicate face. There didn't seem to be much emotion on her face, not even panic or fear.
Immediately, she let go of the rice paper in her hand, raised her hand and waved it gently.
A wave of energy spread out from her body, forming ripples that resonated around her. The evil creatures that were first affected were instantly cut in half one by one. They were as fragile as a piece of paper and completely disappeared without any power to resist.
In less than five seconds, the light came down again, and the room was brightly lit.
Ye Lan quietly withdrew his hand, as if he had merely adjusted his sleeve, and then continued, "You've cultivated for three hundred years, using humans as your furnace, absorbing their energy to replenish your own. But the backlash is also obvious. Under the heavenly punishment, your face has aged. Every hundred years, you must replace your body, and you can only do so from your own blood relatives."
"Now, you only have one son left, and he is your next target."
When the last word fell, the old man had already fallen into the chair with sweat all over his forehead. The excessive energy consumption and the death of the object that recognized its master caused him to suffer a severe backlash.
His originally rosy complexion suddenly turned pale, his shiny skin turned waxy, and even had an extra layer of wrinkles. He looked weak and looked like he was about to die.
"Master, are you okay?" Boss Bai stepped forward and looked at him worriedly.
The old man raised his eyes and glanced at him. A dark light flashed across his eyes before he looked away and said, "Catch someone for me first."
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