87: Chapter 87 We need to find a way to kill him.

"Hum~~"

The Blood Eye Shadow appeared between his brows, slowly opening, and its crimson light instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, shrouding Bone Mountain and the hundreds of Ghost Soldiers behind him.

Wherever the blood light touched, the Ghost Qi sizzled like ice meeting fire, quickly dissipating.

Those Ghost Soldiers hit by the blood light shrieked in agony; some clutched their eyes, some held their heads, and others rolled on the ground as their soul bodies were constantly eroded by the blood light, gray-black mist steaming out from within them.

"Hmm?!"

Bone Mountain's body suddenly stiffened, and the two giant hammers trembled under the suppression of the blood light, the ghost faces on the hammer surfaces twisting and deforming as they emitted miserable wails.

His soul body was also eroded by the blood light, his skin beginning to crack and Ghost Qi leaking from the fissures, making him grimace in pain.

"What the hell is this!"

For the first time, fear appeared in Bone Mountain's voice.

Wu Li still did not speak, hovering in mid-air with the Blood Eye Shadow rotating slowly between his brows, the crimson light growing more intense.

He raised his right hand and gently waved his sword finger.

A flash of blue light shone beneath his feet as the yin soul blade ring flew out from his ankle, expanding in the wind and transforming into an ice-blue blade of light that drew a sharp arc in the night sky.

The blade ring was silent, with no sound of breaking air and no fluctuations of spirit light, like a venomous snake hidden in the darkness.

"Puchi!!"

The blade ring sliced across a Ghost Soldier's neck; the Ghost Soldier opened his mouth wide, wanting to shriek, but before a sound could be uttered, his soul body began to disintegrate—first the head, then the body—finally turning into a mass of gray-black mist that was evaporated by the blood light.

"Puchi, puchi, puchi..."

The blade ring wove through the group of Ghost Soldiers at a speed so fast the naked eye could barely see it.

One, two, three...

With every muffled sound, a Ghost Soldier fell.

The ice-blue light flickered amidst the crimson blood light like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, harvesting one ghost creature after another.

The Ghost Soldiers fled in panic in all directions, but with the suppression of Wu Li's Blood Pupil, there was nowhere to escape.

"Sou, sou~"

Bone Mountain's expression changed completely.

Watching his subordinates fall one by one, Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, not even having time to scream, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his small eyes were filled with terror and rage.

He wanted to save them, but the light of the Blood Pupil tightly suppressed his soul body, rendering him unable to move.

The two giant hammers had shrunk by more than half under the erosion of the blood light; the ghost faces on the hammer surfaces had long since disappeared, leaving only two bare hammer handles.

"Stop! You stop it!"

Bone Mountain roared hoarsely.

Wu Li ignored him.

The Blood Eye Shadow rotated even faster, the crimson light growing more intense as it enveloped the entire battlefield.

The yin soul blade ring circled in the air, then transformed into a streak of ice-blue light, heading straight for Bone Mountain's face.

Bone Mountain's pupils shrank sharply, and he subconsciously raised his hands to block, but the yin soul blade ring suddenly changed direction in front of him, slicing across his left arm.

The ice-blue blade of light passed through the elbow joint of his left arm; the entire arm was severed at the elbow, and gray-black Ghost Qi gushed out from the stump.

Bone Mountain screamed, clutching his severed arm, and stumbled back a few steps, his face as pale as paper.

The battlefield was a mess.

The soul bodies of the hundreds of Ghost Soldiers had dissipated completely, leaving only Bone Mountain, one arm severed, crouching on the ground with Ghost Qi constantly leaking from the wound, his face pale as paper and trembling violently.

He looked up, staring fixedly at Wu Li, his small eyes full of resentment and unwillingness, his voice hoarse and weak.

"Do... do you know who my master is?"

"My master is Lord Tunming!! If you dare to kill me, my master won't let you off!"

Regarding this.

Wu Li flapped his wings and slowly descended from mid-air. After landing, the wings on his back retracted slightly, and the yin soul blade ring enlarged, rotating behind Wu Li.

The half-human, half-Yao body appeared eerie and monstrous under the moonlight.

At 1.45 meters tall, his skin was as pale as a corpse, thin and short, not even half as tall as Bone Mountain, but those blood-red pupils held no emotion, like two bottomless blood wells, faintly emitting a cold light.

He stood there quietly in front of Bone Mountain, looking up at this ghost creature twice his height.

Bone Mountain's body was trembling, veins bulging on his bald head, his small eyes filled with terror.

He wanted to retreat, but his legs wouldn't listen, as if nailed to the ground by something; the wound on his severed arm was still emitting gray-black Ghost Qi, making him grimace in pain.

"Just a ghost creature, yet daring to call yourself a Lord."

"It would have been fine if you lot hadn't provoked me."

"Since Karma has been formed, let's settle it with our strength."

Bone Mountain's pupils shrank sharply. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, Wu Li turned, grabbed the inner ring of the yin soul blade ring, and then, with a flash of silver light, swung it out, drawing a sharp arc under the moonlight.

"Puchi!"

The blade ring passed through Bone Mountain's soul body, the ice-blue light flashing and then vanishing.

Bone Mountain's mouth remained open, but he could no longer make any sound. His soul body began to disintegrate from the neck down, finally turning into a mass of gray-black mist that was blown away by the night wind.

The yin soul blade ring flew back to beneath Wu Li's feet, transforming back into a small ring and looping onto his ankle.

Wu Li stood on the spot, his blood-red pupils scanning the wreckage all over the ground.

The soul bodies of the hundreds of Ghost Soldiers had dissipated completely, not even leaving a trace.

The night wind blew, and the area outside the Stone Forest returned to deathly silence, with only the panting of the crows on the stone pillars and the occasional low cawing.

Hei Yu flew down from the stone pillar and landed in front of Wu Li, respectfully bowing his head: "Old Ancestor, those Ghost Soldiers have all been annihilated."

Wu Li nodded, withdrawing the Blood Eye Shadow, his form slowly changing back to his original crow form amidst Yao light. He spread his wings and flew deep into the Limestone Cave.

Behind him.

Hei Yu and the Crow Flock cleared the battlefield.

Outside the Stone Forest, the moonlight was like water, shining on the ground that had been eroded by Ghost Qi, scorched black, with not a blade of grass growing.

Deep in the Limestone Cave, Wu Li crouched on a blue stone, his blood-red pupils staring at his reflection in the water pool, silent for a long time.

Bone Mountain was dead, hundreds of Ghost Soldiers annihilated, but Lord Tunming would not let it rest.

A ghost general at the Middle Stage of the Yin Spirit Realm had died; he would send someone stronger, or perhaps, he would come himself.

With his current strength, facing a Tier 3 Yao Beast, he might think about how to run.

But facing a Tier 3 ghost creature, it wouldn't be so troublesome, especially a Tier 3 ghost creature that had been severely injured by Buddha light and had unstable cultivation; it wasn't impossible to kill.

"Need to find a way to kill him."

A hint of coldness flashed in Wu Li's eyes, and he made a decision in his heart, not even using his innate Divine Ability to divine.

Previously, under normal circumstances, the things Wu Li divined were things he could either do or not do; in such situations, using divination to check for good or bad fortune was understandable.

But now it was different; the danger of Lord Tunming was right in front of him, and this was something Wu Li had to resolve.

Since that was the case...

Then it wasn't a matter of good or bad fortune.

Great fortune is best; if it's not good, don't blame me for being double-standard. My fate is 'my' business, not Heaven's!

Thinking of this, Wu Li pondered for a moment.

This matter still had some risks, after all; he couldn't take it on alone.

"Hmm..."

Wu Li looked towards the Mass Grave, and then a simple yet effective plan slowly took shape.

"Caw caw..."

"That's how we'll do it."

"It's just that I don't know if this female ghost Su Wanyue will still be able to live after this..."

"Heh heh..."

Wu Li sneered, then spread his wings and flew out of the Limestone Cave. The flock of crows crouched on the stone pillars, and seeing him fly out, they all lowered their heads in unison.

Wu Li ignored them and flew straight towards the Mass Grave.

The night wind blew through his feathers, carrying a faint scent of blood.