Three days later, a weary Bai Mo pushed the door open.
He first made his routine inspection of the Black Prison before heading out to assess the situation.
The moment he opened the door, he heard a series of sharp cracks.
Bai Mo paused, his gaze immediately drawn outside.
Dozens of remnant souls were floating erratically outside, trying to drift in.
The red-spotted whip in Ah Er's hands moved with incredible speed, leaving a blur of afterimages in the air.
It even incorporated a Body Technique, dodging and weaving with its fur flying.
Through this display, it barely managed to hold the horde of remnant souls at bay.
CRACK!
The whip cracked through the air, striking a half-faced remnant soul and sending it stumbling back.
The remnant soul let out a mournful wail, clutching its face in what looked like profound indignation before promptly retreating.
