95: Chapter 95 The Mysterious Black Mist

Four clusters of black mist pounced forward like venomous snakes. Yu Yang's fingers danced as he cast a spell, and an earthen wall interwoven with red and yellow colors rose up with a boom.

However, when the black mist struck the wall, it was like a red-hot branding iron melting snow; the earthen wall instantly crumbled into dust.

His expression changed abruptly, and he stumbled back behind Gu Licheng.

One of the black mist clusters suddenly turned toward Yun Song, but Yun Song tapped his toes on the ground and darted out a dozen feet.

Gu Licheng's expression remained unchanged. His hands moved like butterflies weaving through flowers as he cast spells in succession: "Rise!" An earthen wall, intertwined with pale cyan and golden yellow, erupted from the ground.

He did not rush to withdraw his right hand, but instead continuously channeled his spiritual power into the earthen wall.

The earthen wall, originally a blend of pale cyan and pale yellow, transformed into a deep cyan interwoven with golden yellow, appearing increasingly sturdy and thick on the surface.

"Bang—bang!"

Two streaks of black mist slammed fiercely against the earthen wall, one after the other.

The moment they touched, an intense contest began. The black mist continued to churn, and the friction between the two emitted a piercing sound.

As time passed, Senior Brother Gu Licheng continued to pour spiritual power into the earthen wall, causing beads of sweat to form slightly on his forehead.

Crystal-clear sweat beads slowly slid down his resolute face and fell to the ground.

Meanwhile, under the stubborn resistance of the earthen wall, the black mist was no longer as distinct and sharp as it was at the beginning. It was like an ice cube scorched by the warm sun, gradually wearing away and melting.

Finally, when the black mist completely vanished, Senior Brother Gu Licheng's previously tense nerves relaxed slightly.

He let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had just been liberated from a fierce battle.

He muttered to himself: "This black mist is extremely eerie; it actually consumed two-thirds of my spiritual power."

Seeing Senior Brother Gu Licheng block the spherical black mist, Yu Yang said in surprise: "I didn't expect the Earth Wall Technique could be played like this."

Gu Licheng smiled bitterly: "This was a last resort; this method is extremely dangerous."

"If one's own spiritual power is insufficient, both of us will be the ones injured."

After finishing his sentence, Senior Brother Gu Licheng took a Spirit Stone from his Storage Pouch and sat cross-legged outside the formation.

However, the remaining cluster of black mist eerily locked onto Yun Song.

Yun Song dared not slack off in the slightest, relying on his movement technique to keep a constant distance from the black mist.

While dodging, he cast a spell with his right hand, and a five-colored light lit up at his fingertips.

A gorgeous five-colored fireball condensed and took shape.

"Go!"

He shouted in a low voice, and the five-colored fireball struck the black mist.

"Bang!"

The moment the fireball collided with the black mist, it made a muffled sound.

The black mist was briefly obstructed, and its speed paused for a moment.

Yun Song seized this fleeting opportunity, and his figure moved a dozen feet away like a ghost again.

However, the black mist was still relentless and adjusted its direction to pursue him again.

"Junior Brother, be careful!"

Seeing Yun Song being chased by that black mist, dodging left and right in a sorry state, Su Qinghan and Yu Yang were immediately extremely anxious.

The two of them did not hesitate to help at the same time.

Su Qinghan poured her spiritual power into her long sword and then swung it forcefully.

A piercing Spiritual Power Blade shot out from the tip of her sword and slashed toward the black mist.

At the same time, Yu Yang also swung a Spiritual Power Blade toward the black mist.

The two swift Spiritual Power Blades just whistled past the black mist, nearly hitting Yun Song.

Yun Song stumbled, managed to steady himself with difficulty, and shouted in shock and anger.

"Senior Sister, Senior Brother, are you helping me or harming me! I don't even need the black mist to finish me off; I'll be felled by your Spiritual Power Blades first!"

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghan's pretty face turned crimson instantly. Her beautiful eyes widened, filled with self-reproach and panic, and she hurriedly explained.

"Junior Brother, I'm sorry, I... I was just anxious!"

Yu Yang was also embarrassed, his cheeks flushed, and he scratched his head, saying guiltily.

"Junior Brother Yun, I'm truly sorry. This black mist is too slippery; I miscalculated the angle!"

Fearing they might accidentally hurt Yun Song, the two simply stopped attacking.

Yun Song nimbly leaped and jumped, continuously releasing fireballs to attack the black mist.

The moment the two touched, the black mist was gradually neutralized.

After more than ten collisions, the black mist completely disappeared.

Seeing the four of them neutralize the black mist, the Ghost Demon's eerie face remained calm.

There was not the slightest ripple, as if all of this was within its expectations.

It just stared coldly at everyone, as if brewing the next, more violent attack.

Su Qinghan's gaze was firm as she reminded them: "Come... let us attack the Ghost Demon simultaneously to consume its Yin power. Once its Yin power is exhausted, that will be the time of its death!"

After finishing her sentence, she put her blue umbrella into her Storage Pouch.

Waving her sword-holding hand, she took the lead, and dozens of Spiritual Power Blades shot out from the tip of her sword, slashing toward the Ghost Demon.

Yun Song immediately channeled his spiritual power into the mining hoe in his hand.

In an instant, the mining hoe shone brilliantly, with five-colored light interweaving and flickering, as if it were a divine Sharp Weapon.

He exerted force with both arms, swinging the mining hoe more than ten times in succession, and a dozen five-colored hooked Spiritual Power Blades struck directly at the Ghost Demon.

At the same time, Yu Yang was not to be outdone, his long sword dancing up and down in his hands.

Spiritual Power Blades shot out from his sword like dense raindrops.

Seeing so many Spiritual Power Blades attacking like a violent storm...

The Ghost Demon curled its lips into a look of disdain.

It shook its body, and the black mist around it churned, becoming even denser.

The Spiritual Power Blades struck by the three of them collided with the gale wind and instantly dissipated, as if stones cast into the sea, without stirring up a single ripple.

Seeing the Spiritual Power Blades hitting it like cotton...

"Sigh..."

Yun Song couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

"This can't go on; we need to think of another way..."

"Right!"

He suddenly remembered that he still had powerful spiritual talismans in his Storage Pouch.

Yun Song made a prompt decision, stopped releasing Spiritual Power Blades, and lightly patted the Storage Pouch at his waist with his right hand.

An unknown spiritual talisman quietly appeared in his palm.

Without hesitation, he swung his arm violently, and the spiritual talisman shot toward the Ghost Demon.

The Ghost Demon's spiritual sense was keen; it sensed an unusual object approaching.

Seeing a sneer of disdain at the corner of its mouth, it immediately waved its sleeve.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and it actually forced the spiritual talisman to change direction.

Yun Song watched helplessly as the spiritual talisman flew back.

His heart constricted violently for a moment, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Danger, run!"

Before his voice had even faded, he stomped his feet hard on the ground.

"Whoosh!"

His figure had already darted a dozen feet away.

Hearing the shout, Su Qinghan and Yu Yang felt their hearts tighten and hurriedly tried to react, but they were ultimately half a beat too slow.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the moment the spiritual talisman touched the ground, it was completely activated.

Where Yun Song had just been standing, an earthen wall interwoven with red and yellow colors rose up rapidly like a bamboo shoot after the rain.

The earthen wall was only half a dozen feet high; though not imposing, it was thick and solid, carrying a momentum that could not be underestimated.