122: "Bulldozer" Mingxuan

"Damn it, damn it! Why won't you just die?" Helen's eyes widened, filled with fury and resentment, as if they were about to spit fire.

Her body suddenly began to swell, expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her original height of 175cm instantly transformed into a three-meter-tall behemoth.

Her silhouette gradually blurred, turning into a massive shadow that lunged fiercely toward the corridor!

From this vantage point, that shadow looked like a solid concrete wall condensed from resentment, surging forward with astonishing speed and an unstoppable momentum!

Almost at the same moment Helen launched her attack, the ghost messenger token hanging at Ming Xuan's waist began to vibrate violently again.

"Zizi, zizi..." It emitted a piercing alarm, warning her that the concentration of resentment in the surroundings had exceeded the safe range for a ghost messenger.

Ming Xuan's gaze darkened slightly. She knew what this meant—the resentment on Helen's body had reached a level where it could turn everything within a ten-li radius into a small ghost domain.

She didn't dare hesitate for a moment, stepping back while the soul locking chain in her hand also underwent a transformation.

The soul locking chain gradually lengthened in her hand, transforming in the blink of an eye into a sharp spear that shimmered with a purple light.

Ming Xuan gripped the spear tightly, putting her strength into her arms as she thrust it forward with great force.

The tip of the spear flashed with a dazzling purple light as it collided violently with the shadow Helen had become, producing the sound of metal clashing.

Helen let out a deafening roar, and the resentment within the shadow grew even more intense. It was accompanied by burning black flames, attempting to swallow Ming Xuan's spear.

Seeing this, Ming Xuan silently chanted an incantation. spiritual energy from the token spread along her arm to her wrist.

In the blink of an eye, the purple light on the spear became dazzlingly bright, forcing the shadow back a few steps.

Ming Xuan kicked off the ground and leaped forward to strike at Helen.

When she struck Helen, a small portion of the latter's swollen body dissipated.

But her forward momentum hardly faltered as she continued to lunge ahead!

"Tsk! A tough nut to crack," Ming Xuan thought to herself, her expression shifting slightly.

Compared to the fellow evil spirit Robert, Helen's strength was clearly twenty times greater.

Furthermore, this faculty dormitory was her stronghold, providing her with a continuous supply of resentment to heal her wounds—giving her a massive home-field advantage.

Even an attack that would be fatal to other ordinary fourth-rank evil spirits seemed somewhat weak when it landed on her.

Within just a few minutes, Ming Xuan had gripped her spear and thrust it out over a thousand times.

Performing such high-intensity exorcism in such a short time, even for someone known as "The Bulldozer" like Ming Xuan...

...she also felt her spiritual power beginning to show signs of depletion.

[My hands are so damn sore!!!]

Ming Xuan's hands, which were gripping the spear, had already begun to tremble slightly at the fingertips.

[Sigh! This is more taxing on the wrists than doing it three times in bed with AYao.]

If she continued to swing the spear in this state, she probably wouldn't be able to guarantee her accuracy at all.

At that moment, Helen attacked again, and Ming Xuan rolled sideways on the floor to dodge.

Even though she was extremely fast, a gash was still torn into her clothes.

Ming Xuan panted heavily as sweat trickled down her cheeks. She realized she couldn't keep dragging this out; she had to find a way to break through Helen's defense and deliver a fatal blow.

She then focused her mind and exerted all her strength, gathering all her spiritual power into the spear, preparing to launch a final strike.

Just then, she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and the scene before her became blurred.

"Not good, I've overdrawn my spiritual power prematurely..." Ming Xuan bit the tip of her tongue and smeared the blood on her forehead, struggling to stay conscious.

Her brows furrowed as she adjusted her grip on the spear, contemplating a strategy to repel the enemy.

The distance between Helen and herself was gradually closing; Helen seemed to have figured out the attack range of the spear.

During her charge, she began to consciously manipulate the resentment within her body to corrode the spearhead.

The lethality of the spear tip against her was also rapidly diminishing.

"There's no other way..."

[Little Lin, Sister Xuan is counting on your coordination now.]

*Crash!* You Lin punched a large hole through the wall.

Pinching them between two fingers, he pulled out a dozen Fire Ice Talismans from his trouser pocket.

As You Lin's gaze darkened, he fiercely hurled them toward Helen's back!

"By the rites of the gods, command the fire spirits; let monsters lose heart and ghosts and gods take form..."

Centered on You Lin's location, the energy rippled outward following his words.

A few faint red glimmers flickered in the air, vaguely forming a straight line around Helen.

The next moment... flames erupted everywhere!!!

It all happened in a flash.

Raging flames erupted in the corridor, instantly turning it into a towering sea of fire!

This sudden turn of events caught Helen off guard. She instinctively tried to avoid it, but the fire was too fierce, swallowing her in an instant.

"Bang!"

All the fire-attribute spiritual power contained within the talismans exploded.

It blasted away a large mass of resentment from Helen's body, followed immediately by a ball of fire that ignited the remaining resentment.

These flames were mixed with a power that countered evil spirits; no matter how Helen thrashed and rolled on the ground, they didn't go out, but instead burned even more vigorously.

The black currents filling the entire corridor were converging toward Helen.

The evil spirit lady's body curled and shrank amidst destruction and regeneration, letting out an extremely painful shriek.

"Aaaah... Robert... it hurts so much..."

Ming Xuan's pupils were deep as she slowly walked toward Helen.

Holding the spear in her left hand, she kept her somewhat numb right hand by her side, slightly rotating her wrist.

At the same time, she consciously mobilized all the spiritual power from the token, letting it flow through the meridians of her arm.

Lying on the ground with most of her resentment burned away, Helen now looked somewhat human again.

She looked up dazedly and hopefully at Ming Xuan. "Please, just end it for me, okay?"

"Mhm." Ming Xuan's gaze was profound.

"Spiritual fire cannot burn it all away; resentment grows again with the wind."

She raised the spear in her hand and aimed it at the center of Helen's forehead. Without hesitation, she thrust it down. Helen's head burst like a watermelon, red and white splattering everywhere... After dealing with Helen, Ming Xuan turned to look at the still-burning sea of fire. She gently waved her left hand, and a whirlwind appeared out of nowhere, sweeping up the flames and drawing them into the ghost messenger token.

"Finally resolved," Ming Xuan sighed with relief, looking at the spear in her hand, which was covered in black stains.

You Lin's lips curled up slightly as he said softly, "Sister Xuan, your little brother did a good job with that sneak attack, didn't he?"

"Not bad. I'll treat you to Welsh Rarebit when we get back."

"Alright!"

...At that moment, an indescribable wave of sorrow surged forth, and scenes flashed before Ming Xuan and You Lin's eyes like a slideshow... Time rewound to four months ago.