42: Chapter 42 You, you insulted me?

Wu Li's figure had just flown to the edge of the light barrier, just one step away from breaking through.

"Bang!"

His body slammed into the light barrier, as if hitting an invisible wall, and he was bounced back.

Ripples spread across the light barrier before it returned to calm.

Wu Li tumbled twice in mid-air, stabilized himself, and his beady black eyes suddenly constricted.

The Formation was fully activated.

Under the shroud of the light barrier, the Death Qi within the Mass Grave began to surge wildly, and grey-black mist rose from the ground, enveloping the entire pit.

At this moment, the old man's attention also completely shifted away from Wu Li.

"Finally couldn't hold back anymore!!"

This was not a case of someone plotting against Wu Li; it was purely Wu Li's own bad luck.

The Formation at the Mass Grave had been specifically set up by this person to restrain ghosts. Regardless of whether Su Wanyue came out or not, this Formation would release a power specifically targeting ghosts, eroding her ghost body and making her wish she were dead.

"Hummm~~"

"Hehehe!!!"

Below, a red figure shot up into the sky from the depths of a grave mound, carrying with it a monstrous Ghostly Demonic Aura, blasting the soil and gravel blocking its path in all directions.

Su Wanyue hovered in mid-air, her bright red wedding dress fluttering in the Yin Qi, and the golden Phoenix on her skirt hem was stained dark red by the Ghostly Demonic Aura.

Her hair was loose, dancing behind her like a waterfall. Her originally delicate face was now twisted and ferocious, her eyes blood-red, and flames of resentment burned in her pupils.

"You have bullied me too much!"

Moon Yin Body.

Under the moonlight, her power was endless, seemingly without limit, but this Formation had an isolating effect, suppressing a small portion of Su Wanyue's special Physique.

At this moment, the light barrier of the Formation contracted violently the instant she appeared. Eight spiritual power nodes simultaneously released blinding light, and golden runes emerged from the light barrier, taking the form of chains and wrapping around Su Wanyue.

Those runes were specifically designed to restrain ghosts; each one emitted an aura of extreme Yang, which was a deadly poison to ghosts.

"Boom whoosh~~" Su Wanyue's body was entangled by the runic chains. The Ghostly Demonic Aura collided with the extreme Yang power, emitting a "sizzling" sound, like red-hot iron plunged into ice water.

Her wedding dress was scorched with charred holes, and black lines appeared on her skin—a sign that her Yin Qi was being suppressed and her ghost body was beginning to collapse.

But she did not retreat.

"Old thing! It was the Bai family who sent you, right!"

"Hehe, you're about to die, so don't worry about so much!" the old man sneered.

"It wasn't enough that you killed me, and now you actually want me to suffer Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!"

"I want you all to die!"

Su Wanyue let out a sharp roar, her voice filled with anger and murderous intent that had been suppressed for who knows how many years.

She spread her arms, and the Ghostly Demonic Aura surged from her body like a tide, shattering the runic chains wrapped around her inch by inch.

Moonlight spilled down from outside the light barrier, landing on her. The scorched skin healed rapidly under the nourishment of the moonlight, and the black lines gradually faded.

Her aura was climbing. The Ghost Qi that had been suppressed for many years was released at this moment, reaching the Yin Spirit level in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!" A Ghostly Demonic Aura several times more powerful than before exploded from Su Wanyue's body, causing the light barrier shrouding the Mass Grave to tremble violently.

"Hmm?" The old man's gaze sharpened.

Su Wanyue's wedding dress fluttered violently under the agitation of the Ghostly Demonic Aura. The golden Phoenix on the skirt hem had completely turned blood-red, as if it had come alive, circling and dancing around her.

Su Wanyue raised her head, her blood-red eyes staring fixedly at the withered old man outside the light barrier, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned to reveal a ferocious smile.

"I'll collect some interest from you first!"

"Just by you!"

Both sides struck almost simultaneously.

The old man's withered hands quickly formed hand seals, and he chanted an incantation, carrying a cold rhythm.

"Heaven is clear, Earth is bright, Yin Ghosts submit to the spirit!"

"Suppress!"

As soon as the incantation was uttered, the bronze bell shone brightly, and golden sound waves surged out like a tide, shattering the Ghostly Demonic Aura around Su Wanyue.

The bronze bell flew from his hand and hovered in mid-air, ringing loudly. Circles of golden sound waves spread outwards like ripples, scattering the Ghostly Demonic Aura around Su Wanyue.

But under the moonlight, Su Wanyue's state was rapidly replenished.

"Ah!!" Su Wanyue was not to be outdone. With a wave of her arms, the Ghostly Demonic Aura condensed into countless blood-red threads, shooting towards the old man like a rainstorm.

Those threads were as sharp as knives; wherever they passed, the air was torn apart, emitting sharp whistling sounds.

"Boom!!" The golden sound waves collided with the blood-red threads, producing a loud explosion. The aftermath spread in all directions like a gale, blasting the grave mounds in the Mass Grave, causing soil to splash, tombstones to collapse, and gravel to fly everywhere.

After confirming the old man's target, Wu Li had long since been squatting on a tombstone at the edge of the battlefield, but he was still knocked off by the aftermath, rolling twice on the ground, his feathers covered in dirt.

"I'm done!" Wu Li flew up, cursing and swearing, shook the dirt off his body, and spread his wings to fly onto a crooked stone pillar.

But before he could even reach it, another wave of aftermath struck. Wu Li stumbled, hurriedly spread his wings, and flew into mid-air.

The situation in the air was no better. The old man's bronze bell sound waves and Su Wanyue's blood-red threads intertwined and collided in the air, with the aftermath raging, and waves of energy crisscrossing like invisible blades.

Wu Li dodged left and right, but he was still grazed by a sound wave on his left wing, which sliced off two flight feathers.

There was no way around it. Although the Mass Grave was not small, the Formation this old thing had set up was not large, just enough to cage him in. If he flew east, there were sound waves; if he flew west, there were blood threads, which made anger rise in Wu Li's heart.

Finally, "Fuck your mother, can you aim properly!" Wu Li cursed angrily.

This curse pierced precisely into the old man's ears. Wu Li had not yet fully refined the horizontal bone in his throat, so this shout relied entirely on raw force.

In an instant, the crow's voice, combined with these highly artistic words, caused the old man's hand seals to pause abruptly, and the sound waves from the bronze bell also stalled accordingly.

He widened his eyes, looking in disbelief at the crow squatting on the stone pillar at the edge of the light barrier. In all his years, this was the first time he had been cursed at by a crow.

"You, you cursed at me?"

The old man's Divided Soul was distracted. But Su Wanyue did not lose focus.

She seized this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.

"Go to hell!"

Su Wanyue waved her arms, and the Ghostly Demonic Aura condensed in her palms, turning into a blood-red ghost claw. With five fingers like hooks, carrying the full power of her Moon Yin Body, it struck straight at the old man's chest!

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the blood-red ghost claw hit the old man square in the chest.

The old man's body was like it had been hit by a great mountain, flying backwards violently. His dharma robe was torn to shreds, revealing his dry, thin chest underneath.

Five bloodstains, deep enough to see the bone, extended from his chest all the way to his abdomen. Fresh blood gushed out, drawing a shocking arc in the air.

"Pfft!" The old man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The bronze bell fell from his hand, and the ringing stopped abruptly.

His body tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

The old man struggled to get up, but the injury on his chest was too severe. The Ghostly Demonic Aura had invaded his body, like countless needles darting through his blood vessels, leaving him unable to muster any strength.