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After a stick of incense's time, the resentful spirits that had been weakened by the roar of the smoke regained their previous state, their eyes gleaming with ferocity and an overwhelming fierceness.
In the blink of an eye, Ling Mo Xie and his ghosts found themselves at a disadvantage.
Chen Yan stood up and let out a somewhat authoritative roar. The resentful spirits paused momentarily and then scattered in all directions. Even the Mingfu Yuanhu staggered back a few steps, causing the ground to tremble violently.
However, soon after, fear and rage intertwined in the Mingfu Yuanhu's eyes, and the resentment emanating from its body began to tremble erratically. One could almost hear the angry roars of hatred and unwillingness within it. The resentment from the entire lord's mansion was stirred up by the Mingfu Yuanhu, and thick resentment began to condense around it.
"This... this seems to be getting worse!" Ling Mo Xie stared dumbfounded at the rampaging Mingfu Yuanhu and said to Chen Yan, "You made things worse! Hurry up and stop it!"
At this moment, the Mingfu Yuanhu continued to roar towards the sky, while the other resentful spirits were scared away, hiding nearby and trembling. The winds rose and clouds gathered in the sky, but these clouds were formed from condensed resentment, blocking out the sun.
The resentment in the entire backyard of the lord's mansion was now far thicker than before, swirling into a tornado-like shape. The Mingfu Yuanhu roared beneath it, and the scene before them looked like the apocalypse had arrived.
Compared to the current scene, being besieged by resentful spirits and ghosts earlier could be considered child's play!
Chen Yan clearly did not expect things to turn out this way. As more resentment was drawn in, the Mingfu Yuanhu's power grew stronger. Even though Ling Mo Xie could no longer discern any information about it, he knew that it was now much more formidable than before!
Chen Yan originally possessed immense power over beasts, but this pressure caused the already resentful Mingfu Yuanhu to become frenzied under the influence of resentment. The little bit of intelligence it had just regained vanished completely.
"There’s no way around it; it's absorbing resentment to enhance its strength! We should escape quickly!" Chen Yan still maintained his composed demeanor, but his eyes were no longer calm; they had turned serious.
"Damn! Don’t you think it’s too late to say that now?" Ling Mo Xie retorted angrily at Chen Yan.
At this point, the resentment around them had diminished significantly, but this was not a good sign. It meant that all the resentment had been attracted by the Mingfu Yuanhu. One could only imagine how powerful the already formidable Mingfu Yuanhu had become!
However, what Mo Xie did not expect was that those frightened resentful spirits were also entangled by the swirling black mist of resentment, shrieking in terror as they were drawn towards Mingfu Yuanhu.
Mo Xie, along with Big White and the ghosts, had already begun to retreat quietly; this was not the time for a direct assault, and they needed to find a way out!
Yet Mingfu Yuanhu surprisingly divided a bit of its attention to watch Mo Xie and the others. Upon seeing Mo Xie start to retreat, it let out a howl that echoed throughout the lord's mansion, causing Mo Xie to experience a ringing in his ears.
This was bad news; Mo Xie quickly activated Floating Shadow and fled towards the outside of the lord's mansion.
At that moment, Mingfu Yuanhu's cultivation level was unknown, but with just a movement of its crimson eyes, the dark resentment coiling around it transformed into a long river that surged towards Mo Xie, accompanied by a howling wind. The river of resentment, thick like concentrated ink, seemed to carry within it cries of unwillingness and hatred.
"Flame Clone!" The speed of the river of resentment was even faster than Mo Xie's Floating Shadow. Just as it was about to wrap around him, he had no choice but to use Flame Clone, transforming into a point of flame that vanished from his original spot. The river of resentment then rushed to where Mo Xie had just been standing!
"Chen Yan! You need to take responsibility! It was your roar that turned this Yinfu Yuanhu into what it is now!" Mo Xie shouted at Chen Yan. Since it could scare away countless resentful spirits with its roar, it must have some ability; if it made a move, perhaps it could defeat Mingfu Yuanhu.
At this point, Chen Yan had already left Big White's back because Big White was too slow and had been stored in Mo Xie's pet space.
Chen Yan's ability to escape was impressive; it moved as fast as light, leaving behind a reddish-yellow tail that created an illusion in people's eyes, resembling the tail of a shooting star.
"Sorry, I can't defeat this big guy," Chen Yan said flatly while fleeing and speaking to Mo Xie.
Looking back, Mingfu Yuanhu manipulated dozens of tendrils formed from resentment, sweeping towards the fleeing ghosts and Mo Xie and Chen Yan. Every time it struck down with its palm, a building would collapse with a thunderous crash.
"Ah!" A scream echoed as another ghost perished while trying to save Mo Xie, pierced through by the tendril of resentment and returning to the Underworld.
Ling Mo Xie’s speed was a fraction slower than the speed of resentment. Moreover, with so much resentment being manipulated by Mingfu Yuanhu and coming at him, evading it was quite difficult.
"I can't keep dodging like this. If I continue to run away, it's certain death!" Ling Mo Xie thought to himself as he watched the ghosts dwindling in number while trying to rescue him.
"Chen Yan, just tell me the truth. How strong are you? What are our chances against this Mingfu Yuanhu? If we keep running like this, we’re doomed!" Ling Mo Xie said while desperately fleeing.
After a moment of silence, just when Ling Mo Xie was cursing internally and preparing to fight Mingfu Yuanhu himself, Chen Yan finally spoke up: "There is still a two out of ten chance."
"Two out of ten?"
Ling Mo Xie murmured, glancing back at the frenzied Mingfu Yuanhu. He skillfully dodged an attack of resentment, and his gaze became resolute.
"Damn it! Let’s do it! With a two out of ten chance, we might win. Plus, with myself in the mix, we should have at least a three, four, or even five out of ten chance. It's better than running until we're exhausted and getting killed by Mingfu Yuanhu without a doubt!"
With that thought in mind, Ling Mo Xie summoned Big White again, stopped in his tracks, and said to Chen Yan: "Let’s fight together!"
Chen Yan looked at Ling Mo Xie stopping and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. The next moment, she appeared on Ling Mo Xie's shoulder. "Alright then, since you’re not afraid, I don’t mind either."
No matter when, Chen Yan always had this calm demeanor, as if the scene before them wasn’t worth her anxiety or any stronger emotions. This made Ling Mo Xie even more curious about her background, but now was not the time to discuss that.
At this moment, Mingfu Yuanhu had completely lost its sanity. The remaining resentful spirits had all been killed by it and absorbed into its own resentment. Now the resentment surrounding it was overwhelming; even standing thousands of meters away felt incredibly oppressive.
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