The thunder talisman? Mo Lin had plenty of those.He was truly speechless.
At the same time, a murderous gleam flashed deep within Xin Lang's eyes.He had to eliminate Mo Lin.If Mo Lin was not dealt with today, he would inevitably become a grave threat in the future.
Initially, Xin Lang had thought that capturing Mo Lin's contracted ghost would be enough to control him easily.Yet matters were far more complicated than he had anticipated.Mo Lin—he simply did not play by the rules.Ghost and Tao fused as one?Completely absurd.An utter anomaly!
By all known laws, a ghostmaster should be incapable of learning Taoist arts.But Mo Lin shattered those laws without hesitation.
Xin Lang ground his teeth in frustration.Mo Lin, wielding his thunder talisman, radiated invincibility.Lightning danced around him, enveloping his entire form.Each of his strikes could instantly annihilate a nightmare-level ghost.Yet he chose not to kill them.
Instead, he wounded the nightmare-level ghosts, then captured them one after another into his Ghost-Suppressing Book."One...""Two...""Three..."Mo Lin counted silently as he captured them.
Xin Lang grew frantic.Each ghost had cost him not only precious time but countless human lives to cultivate.He had thought unleashing them would ensure Mo Lin's destruction.Yet reality defied his expectations—The nightmare-level ghosts couldn't even withstand a single blow from Mo Lin.
"Cousin! Cousin!" Xin Lang cried out, calling to a man clad in black in the distance.The black-clad man stepped forward slowly, his voice chilling: "I understand."With that, he summoned a death-level ghost.
The death-level ghost charged toward Mo Lin.Mo Lin met it head-on, his thunder talisman flashing fiercely.Every attack the ghost launched was effortlessly blocked by the talisman's lightning.Furious, the black-clad man summoned a second death-level ghost.
Now, two death-level ghosts launched a pincer attack on Mo Lin.At this point, the thunder talisman's might seemed no longer as overwhelming.Formidable, yes—but not invincible.Faced with the onslaught from both sides, the talisman could only shield him.
More critically, Mo Lin's spiritual energy was being steadily drained.If this continued, the situation would soon turn dire.
The talisman's power visibly waned.Xin Lang noticed and smirked coldly."Boy, your death is certain."
With a snap of his fingers, Xin Lang summoned his contracted ghosts.Three death-level contracted ghosts now hurled themselves at Mo Lin.
Forced on the defensive, Mo Lin retreated step by step.Chen Xi and Wu Yang, meanwhile, had been captured and restrained, unable to assist.
Seeing Mo Lin in danger, Chen Xi struggled desperately against her bindings."Pfft!"A young man pulling on the red binding cord coughed blood under the strain, yet refused to loosen his grip.The four captors swayed unsteadily, as though ready to collapse at any moment.Even the red rope trembled violently.
On that side, the battle raged fiercely.And here, Mo Lin's situation worsened.
While fending off attacks, he continued capturing nightmare-level ghosts."Nine...""Ten..."
Just as Mo Lin reached for the eleventh ghost—"Pfft!"One death-level ghost broke through his defense, slashing his arm.Blood flowed freely from the wound.
It was the first time Mo Lin had been injured in this entire ordeal.Had his full power as a Yin Division Judge been restored, he would not have been harmed by mere death-level ghosts.The battle in the Ghost Domain had drained him too heavily.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Mo Lin pressed on, capturing another ghost.Xin Lang, baffled by Mo Lin's persistence, muttered,"What's he doing? He's about to die, yet he's still catching ghosts?"
Neither Xin Lang nor the black-clad man could comprehend Mo Lin's actions, though the latter had a foreboding sense of unease.
"Kill him quickly," urged the black-clad man.
Xin Lang dared not delay.Mo Lin's existence was too uncanny; he must be destroyed without hesitation.
The three death-level contracted ghosts attacked ferociously, forcing Mo Lin back in utter disarray.
"Fourteen...""Fifteen..."
At last, Mo Lin captured his fifteenth ghost.
"Mission complete. Congratulations! You have obtained the Ten-Thousand Obliteration Immortal-Suppressing Talisman."
A chilling smile curved Mo Lin's lips.He ceased retreating, standing firm.In his hand appeared a large, silver-white talisman, nearly thirty centimeters long, inscribed with a massive character for Suppression.
Gripping the Ten-Thousand Obliteration Immortal-Suppressing Talisman, Mo Lin felt a tremendous surge of energy flood into him.It was unlike the thunder talisman, which required his spiritual power to activate.This talisman had its own will.It did not await his command—it commanded him.
A wild wind howled, and an oppressive aura swept across the Xin Family grounds.
"He still had another trump card?!"Xin Lang's heart completely collapsed.Was Mo Lin even human?
They had been on the verge of killing him—Yet here he was, unveiling a treasure powerful enough to overturn the entire battle.
"What the hell?""Why didn't you use that thing earlier? Were you just putting on a show?!" Xin Lang screamed in disbelief.
The black-clad man was equally confounded.
"Boom!"The death-level ghost charging at Mo Lin exploded mid-air.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Explosions erupted everywhere.
A black-purple aura, centered on Mo Lin, surged outward.Any ghost touched by the black-purple specks self-destructed without exception.
Mo Lin's pupils dilated.He realized—he couldn't control the talisman's power.It was too overwhelming.Once unleashed, it raged beyond anyone's ability to contain.
"Boom!"Chen Xi's right arm exploded.
The talisman's fury did not distinguish between enemy or ally.
Mo Lin's heart shattered.Chen Xi was one of his most precious ghosts.He had spent a fortune of underworld currency cultivating her, and they had been through much together.
Seeing himself about to kill her with his own hands nearly drove him insane.
"Chen Xi! Return!"he roared.
At his command, Chen Xi disappeared, retreating into the Ghost-Suppressing Book just in time.Wu Yang followed suit.
Meanwhile, Mo Lin's body moved as if seized by an external force.Leaping forward, he crushed a death-level ghost with his bare hands.
Mo Lin's heart ached.
Death-level ghosts could earn him 8,000 underworld coins a day.Three of them together meant 24,000 coins daily.Now, they were simply gone.
Isn't this talisman a little too terrifying?It's completely out of control!It's slaughtering everything in sight!