Beichuan Si exhaled sharply, his eyes flashing with a fierce brilliance.
He flicked his wrist, and Jian Ding slid into his hand before he stomped and charged forward with force!
Puchi!
A streak of silver light sliced through the air, and the resentful spirit's neck spilled out a dark liquid. Then, its spiritual body staggered back two steps, tumbling heavily to the ground.
This was, of course, to be expected since the resentful spirit in front of him was just an ordinary one, nothing special, and naturally no match for Beichuan Si.
But...
Beichuan Si's eyebrows raised as he picked up the flashlight he had left behind and aimed its beam at the damaged resentful spirit lying on the ground.
Within his sight, the resentful spirit had dissipated into a black mist, scattering in all directions, leaving behind something wrapped in white cloth where it fell.
Something seemed to be encased within the white cloth.
Something that had remained inside the resentful spirit's body?
