nycdaug Chapter 145 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Ghost Hunter 61
Chapter 145 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Ghost Hunter 61
Yun Suisi remained unmoved. He nodded slightly and answered calmly:
"I heard everything just now, Grandpa."
I know perfectly well that this is a level nine vengeful ghost, but I believe in Asui more.
His words were as firm as a rock, unwavering in the slightest.
Now it was Grandpa Yun's turn to be dumbfounded.
He stared wide-eyed at Yun Suisi in disbelief, as if he were seeing this grandson for the first time.
He never expected that Yun Suisi would trust Jun Sui so much, and that he would calmly choose to stand by and do nothing at such a critical moment.
But now that things had come to this, he could only stand by anxiously, watching the development of the battle with bated breath.
In that chaotic arena, the level-nine vengeful ghost had already been beaten to the brink of death by the combined efforts of Yun Suisi and Jun Sui, its form beginning to become illusory, seemingly about to vanish from the world.
However, just as Yun Suisi stepped aside to rest and Jun Sui was dealing with the situation alone, an unexpected event occurred.
The ghost's body began to twist and tremble violently, and a strange and powerful aura surged out from its body.
The gradually dissipating form not only solidified again, but also became larger and more oppressive.
It has clearly mutated, and its strength has increased dramatically.
Grandpa Yun's face instantly turned extremely ugly.
His tightly furrowed brows looked as if they could trap a fly, and his eyes were full of worry and anxiety.
Yun Suisi seemed oblivious to the approaching danger, simply picking up the tea Jun Sui had brewed and taking a small sip.
With a slight upturn of his lips and a hint of amusement, he said, "Hmm? Getting stronger the more you fight, interesting."
Grandpa Yun could no longer contain his fear and shouted:
"Ah Si, that ghost has a forbidden spell on it. It will grow stronger the more you fight it, and it might even surpass human combat power. Are you really not going to help it?"
At this moment, Jun Sui was in the air, his face cold and his eyes indifferent as he stared at the mutated ghost.
The vengeful ghost, realizing the absence of Yun Suisi, a powerful opponent, became even more arrogant, suddenly increasing the frequency and intensity of its attacks.
As its claws moved, the black yin energy, like a tangible blade, sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
Grandpa Yun was pacing back and forth anxiously, like an ant on a hot pan.
Seeing that Yun Suisi remained unmoved, he gritted his teeth, took out a signal flare from his pocket, and threw it forcefully into the air.
The signal flare soared into the sky and exploded, emitting a blinding light.
In an instant, the surrounding space distorted slightly.
One after another, figures appeared like ghosts, and a group of top ghost hunters quickly surrounded them.
Grandpa Yun solemnly instructed:
"They've protected the person."
These top exorcists immediately formed a defensive formation.
The various ghost-catching magical artifacts in their hands gleamed as they vigilantly watched the battle in the sky, ready to respond to any potential dangers at any moment.
The vengeful ghost's blood-red eyes darted around, and it instantly realized that it was surrounded by powerful ghost hunters who posed a great threat to it.
It emitted a sharp, piercing shriek that seemed to penetrate the soul.
Immediately afterwards, its body began to twist and swell violently, and dense black yin energy surged out of its body like a raging wave.
Within that vortex of yin energy, clones that looked exactly like it and exuded a chilling aura gradually took shape.
Then, like a ghost, it rushed towards the surrounding ghost hunters.
The ghost hunters were initially on high alert, but when these clones got close, they were horrified to discover that each clone possessed the formidable strength of a level nine vengeful ghost.
The lead ghost hunter shouted and charged at the vengeful ghost, raising his peach wood sword high and thrusting it into the ghost's vitals with a whooshing sound.
The vengeful ghost let out a sharp roar, its figure flickering like black smoke, easily dodging the fierce attack.
Then it suddenly extended its sharp claws, the tips of which sliced through the air, creating a trail of eerie green sparks.
The sparks landed on the ground, instantly corroding small pits with a sizzling sound.
Another ghost hunter seized the opportunity to throw out a golden spirit net. The net rapidly expanded in the air, carrying wisps of light, and descended upon the vengeful ghost.
Upon seeing this, the vengeful ghost waved its claws, and black yin energy surged out as if it were a tangible substance, wrapping around the spirit net.
After a brief stalemate, cracks began to appear in the spiritual network.
The ghost hunter hurriedly increased his spiritual power output, veins bulging on his forehead, and his clothes soaked with sweat.
Some exorcists form hand seals and chant ancient incantations to summon bolts of spiritual lightning.
The lightning crackled in mid-air, transforming into several electric dragons that struck the vengeful ghost.
The vengeful ghost opened its blood-red maw and spewed out a cloud of black miasma.
The miasma collided with the electric dragon, producing a deafening roar, and the powerful impact forced the surrounding ghost hunters to retreat repeatedly.
An experienced ghost hunter was pale, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
He gripped the peach wood sword tightly, his voice trembling as he shouted:
"This...how is this possible?
Each of his clones is so powerful; today, things look grim for him!
Although the other ghost hunters were afraid, they knew that there was no way to retreat at this point, so they had no choice but to grit their teeth and push their spiritual power to the limit.
Various defensive and offensive spells and magical artifacts were unleashed in an attempt to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.
In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with black yin energy and colorful spiritual light.
The shouts of killing and the howls of vengeful ghosts intertwined, and an atmosphere of chaos and terror enveloped everyone as if it were a tangible reality.
Yun Suisi sat calmly to one side, as if the surrounding noise and chaos were separated from him by a transparent barrier.
His eyes held a hint of mockery as he watched Grandpa Yun's anxious act of summoning the world's top ghost hunter. A slight smile played on his lips as he chuckled softly.
She has a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
Then, facing the surging tide of numerous level-nine ghost clones, he remained elegant and composed.
With his legs crossed and his arms casually draped over the handrail, he seemed to regard the danger before him as nothing more than a farcical bluff.
His gaze was calm and profound as he quietly watched the fierce battle between the ghost hunters and the vengeful ghost's clones.
His calm demeanor suggested that nothing in the world could disturb his peace of mind.
Until the ghost hunters were in grave danger under the fierce attacks of the vengeful ghosts.
Some were knocked off balance by the malevolent spirit's yin energy, while others had their clothes torn and were covered in wounds by sharp claws, their lives hanging by a thread.
Yun Suisi raised his head slightly and said to Jun Sui in a low but steady and powerful voice:
"Ah Sui, don't let anyone die."
His tone was calm, yet it seemed to possess an invisible power that inspired awe and trust.
Upon hearing Yun Suisi's words, Jun Sui nodded slightly, his eyes instantly becoming focused and profound.
"Don't worry, Ah Si, they'll be fine."
Those ghost hunters had already exhausted all their spiritual power and energy in their fierce battle against the ninth-level vengeful ghost clones.
Their clothes were tattered and worn, ravaged and broken by the malevolent energy of the evil spirits.
His face was covered in a mixture of sweat and blood, and the determination in his eyes was gradually replaced by despair.
When they were exhausted, their bodies swayed precariously, and the magical artifacts in their hands became dull and lifeless.
Each swing of the peach wood sword seemed to exhaust all his strength, yet he could only barely withstand the onslaught of the vengeful ghosts.
Some ghost hunters, gazing at the overwhelming and seemingly endless hordes of malevolent spirits, felt their hopes completely shattered, and despair filled their eyes.
Some even collapsed, slowly kneeling down, closing their eyes, giving up resistance, and preparing to face death.
The faces of their relatives and friends flashed through their minds, and their hearts were filled with regret for what had not been accomplished.