147: Landing and immediately getting eliminated, let's take a look.

The main hall was the Hall of Lao Jun, spanning a full six rooms in width. It featured a single-eave hip-and-gable roof design—the hip recession was so large it nearly reached half the width of the secondary bays... However, the moment Yan Hui stepped into the main hall, a strange sensation instantly flooded her heart.

In an instant, her whole body felt numb, as if thousands of fine needles were piercing into her at once.

Following that, an indescribable, sharp pain began to travel throughout her body; it felt as though her entire being was being twisted.

Every inch of skin and every muscle endured a tearing sensation.

Even more terrifying was that she could clearly feel tiny buds of flesh frantically wriggling within the muscles beneath her skin.

Her bones felt as if they were being frantically squeezed by the constantly proliferating flesh buds, as if they would be crushed to pieces in the next moment.

"Sssla..."

Yan Hui leaned weakly against the threshold, her hands trembling as she took a syringe from her storage bag and stabbed it fiercely into her neck.

As the Life Potion was injected into her body, her complexion gradually returned to normal. Her spiritual energy, like seedlings receiving rain after a long drought, slowly recovered to about thirty percent.

Her left hand gripped the doorframe tightly as she spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva with a sense of relief. She muttered to herself, "That really saved my life!!!"

"I didn't expect the ghostly qi inside to be so dense."

...[Hmph, if I had known, I should have just blasted it into dregs with one shot!]

Yan Hui grumbled in her heart, but her feet didn't pause for a moment. The closer she got to the center of the eerie main hall, the more intense the surrounding yin qi became. It formed an invisible barrier, attempting to obstruct her progress.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, and her body began to gradually fail to withstand the erosion again.

Left with no choice, she had to take out another Life Potion from her waist and quickly inject it into herself.

As the medicinal liquid slowly flowed into her body, a cool sensation instantly spread throughout her being, allowing her to temporarily resist this bizarre yin qi... In front of the altar in the center of the main hall, a tall statue stood prominently.

The statue's face was twisted and hideous, exuding a hair-raising, eerie aura. One could tell at a glance that it was no benevolent deity; it was clearly an 'Evil God Statue'.

Through the perspective of her night vision goggles, Yan Hui clearly saw wisps of gas continuously drifting out from the Evil God Statue.

The black gas swirled and lingered in the air above, like venomous snakes baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, ready to devour anyone at any moment.

Seeing this, Yan Hui immediately understood. Without hesitation, she turned and retreated, not stopping until she reached the entrance of the main hall.

Then, with agile movements, she unslung the heavy rocket launcher from her back and skillfully loaded an armor-piercing shell into it.

Next, she flipped off the safety, gripped the rocket launcher with one hand, braced it steadily on her shoulder, and aimed at the Evil God Statue not far away.

Only a deafening roar was heard: "Bang-shoo!"

A dazzling burst of fire soared into the sky~

"Boom!!!"

In an instant, the entire altar was blown to pieces, with countless fragments of stone and debris flying in all directions.

At the same time, a translucent phantom appeared along with the destroyed Evil God Statue. The phantom let out a shrill screech and lunged straight toward Yan Hui's shenting acupoint.

"Jie jie jie..."

Her figure flashed as she dodged the phantom's attack with extremely swift speed.

The entire sequence of movements was seamless, and she was actually a few points faster than the phantom's movements!

A sharp whip kick tore through the air with a whistling sound, fiercely striking the phantom's weak point—this strike had no flourishes whatsoever; it was a victory of pure power and speed.

The moment Yan Hui's calf made contact with the phantom's spiritual body, she had a strange sensation as if she were attacking the surface of a calm lake with all her might.

However, in the next instant, the seemingly indestructible spiritual body of the phantom shattered like fragile glass.

Under her kick, it exploded directly!

It then transformed into countless tiny fragments of dark light, shooting out in all directions.

"Damn! I thought it was some powerful mini-boss, but it turned out to be just a fragile little lackey!"

Yan Hui couldn't help but curse, a look of disdain appearing on her face.

One must know that the being before her was a dignified early fourth-rank Ghost General, yet it was like a clay chicken or a pottery dog. Before the powerful might of the rocket launcher, it had been wiped out so easily.

At this moment, if the phantom had a shred of consciousness remaining, it would surely beat its chest and stomp its feet, cursing Yan Hui for having no martial ethics.

"He" could never have imagined that after a hundred years of arduous cultivation to reach his current realm...

He thought he could show off his skills with pride, but who would have thought he would end up in such a miserable state.

"Little girl, how dare you kill this old man's eldest disciple!" a furious roar suddenly rang out.

Inside the secluded cultivation room, Cheng Kangzi, the veins on his neck bulging like writhing dragons, stared deathly at the water mirror screen.

At this moment, he was so angry he was about to lose his mind.

But in reality, only Cheng Kangzi knew the truth. The so-called eldest disciple was merely a reserve of food he had carefully reared for two hundred years.

He had originally hoped to rely on absorbing its ghostly power to help himself break through to the fifth rank in the short term, but now everything had turned into a dream.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly unfavorable for him, Cheng Kangzi thought to himself: It seems that breaking through to the fifth rank in the short term is now a pipe dream; better to strike first, then find an opportunity to flee... "The big boss???"

Yan Hui gripped the Type 95 hanging around her neck tightly again. She suddenly stopped and turned to run toward the direction the roar had come from.

In the secluded cultivation room of Jinglian Temple, a large surge of ink-thick yin qi suddenly erupted.

Within that yin qi, there were also strands of blood-red fine lines!

"Sss-ah—!!!"

A shrill roar came from the secluded cultivation room, sounding like the cry of a night owl.

But for some reason, there seemed to be a faint trace of grievance mixed within it?

...A cloud of mist suddenly rose around Cheng Kangzi, and a pair of crimson eyes flashed with a chilling, murderous light, locking onto Yan Hui.

[This 'old man' is a dignified peak fourth-rank Ghost General. Through hundreds of years of vicissitudes and countless battles against righteous cultivators, when have I not been invincible?]

[Those with low cultivation have long since become a meal in my belly;]

[and those Underworld Soldiers were merely prey for the joint efforts of this old man and my disciples and grand-disciples.]

[Every time I faced a life-and-death crisis, I could always rely on my wit and cunning to successfully escape punishment time and again.]

[Now, I stand before the threshold of a breakthrough, only one step away from the supreme Ghost King realm.]

[At this moment, my only desire is to be able to hide away safely, flee to a foreign land, become the king of a mountain, and live a life of leisure...]