Boom—
The giant ghost smashed into the wall beside it, creating a crater.
Spider-like cracks spread across the nearby wall.
Nie Jiu's speed had doubled.
When he kicked, the ghostly energy clinging to him formed a powerful impact.
Before the giant ghost could get up, Nie Jiu appeared in front of it.
He directly lifted the giant ghost's leg, spun it three times in place, and threw it away.
Not long after the green giant ghost flew out, it flipped in the air and stopped itself.
Nie Jiu, however, seized the opportunity to reach the pressure-sensitive pen and struck the black halo with his staff.
The black halo trembled but showed no apparent damage.
As Nie Jiu's third attack landed, the green giant ghost was about to attack when it was intercepted by two other white figures.
—It was Li Xiao and Chu Wang.
After finishing their work, they rushed over to see if they could help.
And, to let Li Xiao get some practice.
As the ghost messenger with the highest performance in Team Eighteen, Chu Wang's cultivation realm was even higher than Fu Jia's.
"Leave this to us," Chu Wang said.
Without looking back, he continued to say to Li Xiao:
"I'll take the lead, you find your own opportunity to strike."
"Got it!"
Li Xiao nodded, his body filled with a murderous intent, ready for battle.
"Thanks!"
Nie Jiu glanced over, then paid them no further mind.
He rose and attacked the black halo.
After the green giant ghost was intercepted, other ghosts lunged at him, but they were not as powerful as the giant ghost.
Nie Jiu simply waved his hand, and those small ghosts dissipated into black mist.
His speed was fast, but his mourning stick could only hit the black halo each time.
He couldn't get any closer.
Nie Jiu didn't stop, instead, his speed continued to increase, striking the black halo again and again.
Crack—
A crack appeared on the halo.
But then, many more ghosts were absorbed into the black halo.
Seeing the crack on the halo heal like the wounds on the green ghost, Nie Jiu's fighting spirit was ignited. "Let's see if you recover faster, or my attacks are faster!"
Blood stained his face, and a smile played on his lips.
But no one dared to underestimate him now.
He might get lost easily, but his strength was undeniable.
He stood at the center of the battlefield, covered in ghostly energy, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, charging forward without hesitation!
Nie Jiu's speed was so fast that he was reduced to a mere afterimage.
...
Inside the pressure-sensitive pen.
Xu Liu absorbed the power of the ghosts while dodging Nie Jiu's attacks.
But Nie Jiu's speed and explosiveness were too great; he managed to hit it six out of ten times.
After sensing the danger, it had immediately recalled the power of the ghosts.
As it turned out, its intuition was correct.
It had originally planned to take the opportunity to deal with these ghost messengers and show that cowardly Xu A San.
But as the fight progressed, Xu Liu began to feel something was wrong.
How could this ghost messenger be so fierce?
This fierceness wasn't just brute force; on the contrary, Nie Jiu's every attack was calculated in terms of force and position.
He never wasted any effort.
And...
Sensing the ghostly energy on Nie Jiu, it felt as if this ghost messenger was about to break through?
"Holy crap! So I'm just here to help you break through?!"
We're fighting, and you're going to have a live breakthrough performance.
Isn't that cheating?!
Xu Liu was unhappy.
This guy was already this fierce, and if he really broke through, it would be in trouble.
Moreover, if it dragged on, other ghost messengers might be alerted.
Xu Liu considered its options and decided to leave immediately!
As long as it took the ghost messenger who was injured at the beginning, this trip wouldn't be a loss!
It could sense that the other party was still nearby.
But before that...
Bang!
A ghost that was about to be captured exploded.
Many ghosts that were still being blocked by the ghost messengers outside suddenly accelerated, burning themselves to charge fearlessly at the ghost messengers' blockade.
Ji Yin and the other ghost messengers began to feel the strain.
Bang! Bang!
One after another, ghosts exploded, catching the ghost messengers off guard.
Some ghosts seized the opportunity to charge in, not only towards the ghost messengers but also towards the residential buildings.
The previously controlled situation became chaotic again, and the ghost messengers' positions were disrupted.
This was Xu Liu's objective.
Only in chaos could it escape.
...
Boom—
In the nearby residential buildings, some people vaguely heard the rumbling sound.
They sighed, thinking it was indeed going to rain heavily.
...
"..."
Dodging Nie Jiu's attack again, Xu Liu felt a headache.
The ghost messenger in front of it seemed to have a vendetta against it.
No matter how chaotic it was outside, it focused solely on it, ignoring everything else.
Seeing Nie Jiu's momentum constantly rising with each attack,
The black halo surrounding the pressure-sensitive pen flickered.
Xu Liu decided to create one last moment of chaos before withdrawing.
Just then, it heard Xu A San, who had been silent, suddenly speak: Da Feng Novel Network
'Enough.'
It's enough...
'What did you say?'
Before Xu Liu could react, it suddenly found its control over the pressure-sensitive pen taken away.
Sensing Xu A San's will to die, Xu Liu panicked.
'Calm down, the Ghost Proprietor just wants you to work, and will let you go later!'
'Don't you want to write novels? Have you forgotten why you wanted to leave Shu Mo Zhai? We're already in the human world!'
But no matter what Xu Liu said, Xu A San remained unwavering.
Feeling the stronger tearing sensation within its body, Xu A San's heart was filled with unprecedented peace.
Nie Jiu raised his mourning stick, and the ghostly energy on his body surged to its peak at this moment.
As if reaching its limit, humanity finally broke through the critical point.
In an instant, all the ghost messengers and ghosts present sensed it.
A Great Ghost General had been born on this battlefield!
All of Nie Jiu's ghostly energy was concentrated on the mourning stick, and it descended with immense force.
Xu A San controlled the pressure-sensitive pen and stopped in place, watching the oncoming mourning stick, retracting the black defensive halo around it.
At this moment, Xu Liu struggled desperately to get out from within.
'Xu A San! You liar, didn't you want to write novels forever!'
'If you want to die, don't drag me with you!'
At this moment, Xu A San quietly looked at Nie Jiu and softly said, "Thank you."
Thank you for coming.
He once resented why he had to suffer, and why the ghost messengers hadn't come to find him sooner...
He had also been angry at Xu Liu's actions;
The constant tearing sensation made him want to beg for anything, yet hate everything.
But at this very moment.
Looking at the chaotic battlefield, Xu A San suddenly felt that those pains and troubles no longer seemed so important.
Why bother?
Why fight, why be angry, why be sad...
What he wanted was actually very simple...
Boom—
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