"Mo Lin, don't kill me... let me go." The Female Head of Yin Department frantically pleaded with Mo Lin.
"Now you want to leave? Too late."
Mo Lin said disdainfully, "I already gave you a choice earlier. You chose the wrong path yourself, now you have to pay the price."
The Ghost Mother's palm slowly raised.
The Craft Cultivator's body gradually deformed in the air, twisting into a shape like a twisted rope.
The Craft Cultivator was not dead yet, but the next moment, Mo Lin reacted violently.
"Pffft..." Mo Lin spat out a mouthful of fresh blood...
The Ghost Mother had to stop.
"Master... are you okay?.. I won't make a move anymore... I just wanted to test my strength..." The Ghost Mother frantically comforted Mo Lin.
At this moment, Mo Lin was glad that he summoned her.
If he had summoned other ghosts... the consequences would be dire.
Those ghosts would definitely unleash their power without restraint; they wouldn't care if Mo Lin lived or died.
