If Mo Lin were at his peak, he could catch all ten Nightmare Level ghosts on this mountain within an hour.
As for now... let's just say, one's bravery of yesteryear is best left unmentioned.
A Nightmare Level ghost floated in the distance.
This ghost was likely brought here by Patriarch Li and then left here.
"Chen Xi!"
Mo Lin softly called out.
Chen Xi's massive figure appeared directly ahead.
She charged straight at the Nightmare Level ghost, swinging her hand, as Ghost Fire surged forth, enveloping both her and the Nightmare Level ghost together.
The Nightmare Level ghost instinctively wanted to escape upon seeing Chen Xi, but it was already too late.
Ghost Fire erupted, tightly entangling the limbs of the Nightmare Level ghost.
It restricted the ghost's movements.
Mo Lin approached the Nightmare Level ghost, waved his hand, and captured it.
The Nightmare Level ghost transformed into a small black sphere, about the size of a ping pong ball, landing in Mo Lin's hand.
