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Ghost Old Three's expression turned frenzied as he licked his lips and greedily said, "Evil God, we have prepared over twenty resurrection rituals for you! Yet, you have never succeeded, and your soul has grown increasingly weak! You no longer have the right to command us! If we consume your soul and use that Soul Artifact, we will soon attain the power of the Eternal Ghost King! At that point, we can roam the Ghost Realm on our own without needing your guidance!"
The Evil God's ghostly face let out a disdainful snort as he spoke, "Hmph! You three Trash Fish think you can wander the Ghost Realm? Truly a frog at the bottom of a well, unaware of the vastness above!"
"Don't think that just because my soul is weakened now, you stand a chance against me! I can kill you with ease!"
As soon as the Evil God's words fell, he began chanting a strange incantation. Red threads made of Evil Qi flew from his body, wrapping around the three Millennium Ghost Generals before him.
Upon hearing the bizarre incantation, Ghost Boss's expression grew serious. The Evil Qi surrounding him became agitated, showing signs of igniting. He glanced at the other two and saw they were in a similar state. He quickly shouted, "Second Brother, Third Brother, we need to strike quickly and eliminate him! Otherwise, we won't get another chance!"
"Understood, Boss!" The three Millennium Ghost Generals struggled to suppress their raging Evil Qi. In an instant, they summoned their strongest attacks and charged toward the ghostly face in mid-air.
Seeing the three Millennium Ghost Generals approaching, the Evil God's expression turned grave. However, he concealed his emotions well and did not show any signs of fear. He manipulated the threads of Evil Qi to encircle the three Millennium Ghost Generals and scoffed disdainfully, "Hmph! Three Trash Fish think they can fight me! Let me show you my true power!"
Soon, intense sounds of battle erupted in mid-air. However, due to the obstruction of the Evil Qi threads, I could not see what was happening inside.
"What’s going on? Why did this group suddenly turn on each other?" I wondered. Although I didn’t know what had happened, it was undoubtedly what I wanted to see most. This was the perfect opportunity for me to help Dog Treasure free itself from that mask on its head.
The remnant soul within the mask was annihilating Dog Treasure's consciousness while Dog Treasure's spirit fought desperately against it. At that moment, Dog Treasure lay quietly on the ground, its aura fluctuating erratically—very unstable.
I quickly approached Dog Treasure's side and spoke with concern, "Dog Treasure, don't be afraid! I'm here to save you!"
After resting earlier, about half of my Daoist Sect and Buddhist Power had recovered. I was now able to properly cast Buddhism techniques.
I secretly mobilized the Buddhist Power within me, channeling my magic into the Demon-Subduing Staff in my hand. My expression turned serious as I began to chant: "The Buddhist Sect states, all beings have spirits! Life and death are determined by fate, all things coexist! Descend upon the immortal mountain, return to the homeland! Evil spirits cling to dust, harming living beings! Fall into the Suffering Sea, turn back to find the shore! Summoning Buddha's Law, awaken the Buddha's staff! Namo Amitabha Buddha!"
As soon as my words fell, the Demon-Subduing Staff emitted a beam of Golden Buddha Light. I quickly swung the staff down onto the mask atop Dog Treasure's head.
"Bang!" A loud crash echoed as the Demon-Subduing Staff struck the mask, creating a crack. The Evil Qi surrounding Dog Treasure rippled slightly, but the mask remained largely unaffected.
"I refuse to believe I can't break you!" A fierce glint flashed in my eyes as I once again summoned the Buddhist Power within me. With renewed strength, I brought the Demon-Subduing Staff down on that mask repeatedly. After striking it over a dozen times, my Buddhist Power was completely drained, and my right hand felt numb from the impact. Yet, that mask still clung tightly to Dog Treasure's head, while his aura grew increasingly feeble.
Furrowing my brow, I put away the Demon-Subduing Staff and drew out the legendary Broken Sword. In my heart, I silently pleaded, "Spirit of the sword, please help me once more! Help me shatter this damned mask!"
My gaze hardened as I gripped the sword's body with my left hand and swiftly drew it across my palm, staining the entire blade with my blood.
Blood flowed from my palm, causing my face to turn pale with pain. I had no time to tend to my wound; instead, I quickly formed a spell and shouted: "Ultimate Earth, Mystical Arts Have Methods, Exorcise Demons and Eliminate Spirits, Three Pure Ones Bestow Divine Power! Spirit Severing Technique, command!"
"Evil cannot perish; the Soul does not scatter!" As soon as my words fell, the sword spirit's weathered voice echoed in my mind once more. My heart surged with joy as I looked at the Broken Sword in my hand and noticed it radiating intense Taoist Magic fluctuations—this was my strongest strike yet.
"Break for me!" I shouted fiercely as I swung the Broken Sword down onto that mask. A white light instantly enveloped everything.
With a crisp sound, countless cracks appeared on the mask's surface. It shattered into pieces under my attack; however, it still did not fall away. Instead, Dog Treasure's body bore the brunt of my spell's residual force. His head was battered and bloody, and his aura weakened further as if he were on the brink of death.
"Is there truly no way out?" Despair filled my heart as I pondered how to save Dog Treasure.
"Haha! You foolish child, don't waste your effort! My Soul Artifact cannot be destroyed by you! Once my soul merges with this Demon Beast's body, your demise will follow!" At that moment, the battle in mid-air had concluded; all traces of Evil Qi had vanished. The voice of Evil God echoed from within.
I was startled and quickly looked up, only to find that the three Millennium Ghost Generals had vanished, leaving behind three fist-sized orbs of Red Liquid floating in midair. The Evil God's ghostly face was still alive, but it was in poor condition; several large chunks of flesh had been torn away, and its aura was significantly weaker than before.
The Evil God's ghostly face opened its mouth and swallowed the three orbs of red liquid. I could see it gradually repairing itself as it turned to look at me, mocking, "Ha ha! You little brat, aren't you going to run? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
"Hmph! In your current state, you can't kill me!" I scoffed, staring at the ghostly face before me, contemplating whether I should take advantage of its weakness and engage in a fight.
"Wow! I didn't expect this to really be the remnant soul of the Evil God. I'm quite lucky!" At that moment, a Figure approached from a distance—it was the Ghost Messenger from before.
(End of Chapter)
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