The northern expedition, which had originally numbered fewer than a hundred, had grown into a force of tens of thousands of yin soldiers after thousands of years of proliferation. Such a vast number of yin troops would have been enough to annihilate even an Avatar.

At that moment, Wei Yuan finally realized that the elderly woman had never had good intentions from the very beginning.

Surrounded by countless yin soldiers, the old ghost of the lost clan finally felt a little more at ease. Still, he dared not linger. Intent on escaping, he instinctively took flight into the sky. He flew straight toward the full moon, where a shadow should lie—it was the way out of Wei Yuan’s sea of consciousness.

However, he had barely flown a short distance when he froze mid-air.

There was indeed a shadow in the moon, but its shape was that of a bird’s head, and at the moment, its blood-red maw was opened wide toward him, signaling that this was the exit.

The old ghost did not enter; he knew better than that.

Suddenly, the girl Yin Yang pulled a giant sword from the ground, pointed it at the old ghost, and swung the sword in a circular arc. An endless suction force immediately surged from the center of the circle, violently dragging the old ghost down from the air.

Utterly terrified, the old ghost screamed in panic and ordered his yin soldiers to attack. However, the Red Lotus Bodhi kept swaying, pinning all the yin soldiers in place and keeping them from moving.

A yin fire suddenly ignited on the old ghost’s body. By burning his soul form, he actually managed to resist the pull of the Myriad Vicissitudes Sword and slowly, painfully,...