104: Chapter 104 You're here for this?

"This is impossible!"

"Who!"

"Who is it!!!"

Amidst his roar.

Lord Tunming turned his head with difficulty, his ghostly green eyes looking toward Su Wanyue, who sat cross-legged beneath the yang pearl.

That female ghost in red was similarly in agony within the rain of light; her bright red wedding dress was seared with countless charred holes, and her ghost body trembled.

At this moment.

Lord Tunming quickly shifted his target.

"You are nothing but a discarded pawn! Merge with me, and I promise that once I recover my cultivation, I will surely help you reshape your Physical Body and live another life!"

Su Wanyue opened her eyes; her blood-red pupils were filled with pain, yet the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

She looked at Lord Tunming, her voice hoarse and calm: "I am not like you. If you live, I will certainly die. Only if you die will I have a glimmer of hope."

Lord Tunming's face turned ghastly pale instantly, Ghost Qi churning around him, his voice shrill and piercing.

"How powerful is the Essence of the Sun in this Formation! If I die, you are next! Do you think that crow will save you? You are merely his bait, to be discarded once used!"

Su Wanyue did not look at him, her gaze falling upon Wu Li at the edge of the hollow.

The ink-purple crow crouched in the pile of rubble, the wound on his left wing still oozing blood, but his blood-red pupils were locked onto the center of the Formation.

Su Wanyue withdrew her gaze and looked at Lord Tunming, her voice terrifyingly calm: "Then let's see whose life is tougher."

"Foolish!!!"

Lord Tunming roared and clawed down at Su Wanyue's head.

"Since you refuse, then we shall die together!"

Wu Li's blood-red pupils constricted violently; without a moment's hesitation, he slammed his claws onto the Formation Plate.

Demon Power surged in like a tidal wave, and the last few Five Thunder Exorcism Talismans lit up simultaneously, their golden runes blazing with brilliant light.

Streaks of golden lightning shot out from the talismans, condensing in the air into a golden pillar of thunder as thick as a water bucket, which blasted toward Lord Tunming.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

The thunder pillar struck Lord Tunming's back, golden currents exploding across his body; his ghost body was pierced by the thunder pillar, and a massive bloody hole exploded in his chest.

Lord Tunming let out a shrill, miserable scream, his figure suddenly stiffening; the ghost claw reaching toward Su Wanyue stopped in mid-air, less than three feet from her face.

"This Lord… is not reconciled…"

Lord Tunming's voice was hoarse and weak, his ghostly green eyes filled with unwillingness and resentment.

He looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, then looked up at the yang pearl suspended in the center of the hollow.

The yang pearl shone with brilliant golden light, and the Essence of the Sun surged out like a volcanic eruption, the golden rain of light pouring down overwhelmingly, enveloping his entire soul body.

"Ah!"

Lord Tunming's screams echoed in the hollow, sharp and miserable.

In the end.

His ghost body was constantly eroded by the rain of light; his skin cracked, Ghost Qi evaporated, and his soul body became fainter and more transparent.

Cracks spread from his chest to his limbs, golden light shining through every crack, as if something was burning inside.

He struggled, trying to escape the range of the light rain, but the command flags sealed off his retreat; two pillars of light, one on the left and one on the right, blocked his path.

He raised his arm, wanting to smash the command flags, but the moment his arm was raised, it was burned to ashes by the rain of light.

The yang pearl spun faster and faster, the golden light grew more intense, and the eruption of the Essence of the Sun came in waves, each stronger than the last.

Lord Tunming's ghost body shrank continuously in the rain of light, from three zhang to one zhang, from one zhang to five chi, from five chi to three chi… His screams grew weaker and weaker, and when the last wisp of Ghost Qi was evaporated by the rain of light, Lord Tunming's aura completely vanished.

The yang pearl's golden light slowly dimmed, the rain of light gradually ceased, and the Five Thunder Exorcism Talismans on the command flags also exhausted their spiritual power, the golden runes becoming dull and lusterless.

The hollow returned to silence, with only a ghostly blue ghost pill floating in the air, emitting a faint, cold light.

The ghost pill was about the size of a fist, its surface as smooth as a mirror, with Ghost Qi faintly circulating inside, emitting a rich essence.

Su Wanyue's eyes flashed, and without hesitation, she raised her hand to grab at the ghost pill.

Her ghost body was nearly transparent, her bright red wedding dress scorched beyond recognition, but her eyes were filled with greed.

A Tier 3 Ghost Demon's ghost pill—if she swallowed it, her cultivation could leap at least one major Realm.

But just as her fingers were about to touch the ghost pill, a gust of wind whistled in from the edge of the hollow.

Wu Li waved his wing, and a sharp gust of wind, carrying Demon Power, accurately struck Su Wanyue's body, sending her flying.

Su Wanyue rolled on the ground several times, her ghost body flickering unsteadily, nearly dissipating on the spot.

"Hmph!"

Wu Li spread his wings and flew over, landing beside the ghost pill, extending his right claw to snatch it.

The ghost pill was ice-cold to the touch, and a rich power of the soul surged into his body through his claw. He looked down at the ghost pill in his claw, his blood-red pupils devoid of any emotion.

Then he looked up at Su Wanyue, who was lying on the ground, his voice hoarse and flat: "Cooperating with me so well, was it just for this?"

Su Wanyue lay on the ground, her ghost body nearly transparent, her bright red wedding dress no longer showing its original color.

She lowered her head, not speaking, her blood-red pupils filled with complex emotions.

The night wind blew, and her ghost body swayed slightly in the breeze, like the last wisp of candlelight that could be blown out at any moment.

Regarding this.

Wu Li did not look at Su Wanyue again.

He turned around, his blood-red pupils gazing toward the dense forest outside the hollow, toward that deep darkness, with a hint of respect: "Many thanks to Lady Hua for your assistance."

As his voice faded.

The hollow was silent for a moment.

The night wind blew, bamboo leaves rustling; under the moonlight, a pale green light drifted out from the dense forest, like threads of silk, slowly landing on a giant rock at the edge of the hollow.

The light dissipated, and Lady Hua's figure appeared in the moonlight.

She wore a pale green long dress, her long hair casually held up by a wooden hairpin; she was barefoot, with a red string tied around her ankle, and the petal silhouettes at the edges of her eyes faintly visible in the moonlight.

She stood there like a green lotus blooming in the night wind, cold and eerie.

Lady Hua's gaze swept over the mess in the hollow, finally landing on Wu Li, who was crouching in the pile of rubble.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, her voice cold and languid.

"You are quite clever."

Wu Li lowered his head, his claws tightly gripping the ghostly blue ghost pill.

"Lady Hua's intervention, Wu Li will keep it in his heart."

"If not for Lady Hua personally controlling this precious pearl to exterminate Lord Tunming, it really might have fallen just a little short."

Lady Hua shook her head, her voice cold and languid: "There is no need to thank me; this is your own capability."

"If not for this Formation of yours, even if I wanted to clean up this disgusting thing, it would have taken a great deal of effort."

Wu Li did not say much more, raising the ghost pill in his claw, his voice hoarse and respectful: "But regardless, I must thank Lady Hua. This ghost pill…"