The leading Ghost King remained silent, watching Yu Daohan, who was struggling to resist.
"But speaking of which, why does this kid have the aura of a ghost on him?" another Ghost King asked, scrutinizing Yu Daohan.
Amidst the horde of ghosts, Yu Daohan's back was already drenched in sweat. Large beads of perspiration trickled down his cheeks, and he panted heavily.
The attacking evil spirits were growing stronger in cultivation. Suddenly, another Three-Year Evil lunged at Yu Daohan.
Yu Daohan was about to condense a drop of Samsara Blood Tear when his left eye suddenly throbbed with intense pain, and blood began to flow.
Yu Daohan let out a bitter smile. It seemed the Samsara Blood Tear had reached its limit, and he had no choice but to resort to his final measure.
Just as the Three-Year Evil's ghost-infused claws were about to claw at Yu Daohan's throat, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a stone, and crushed it.
The moment the stone shattered, a terrifying ghost aura erupted.
The evil spirits in front of him, sensing something was wrong, quickly retreated.
As the ghost energy surged into Yu Daohan's body, his muscles began to swell, his skin turned blood-red, veins bulged, and a pair of crimson ghost horns sprouted from his forehead. He no longer resembled a human at all.
The Ghost Kings behind him watched this scene with astonishment and confusion.
"Is this kid human or ghost?" one of the Ghost Kings exclaimed.
At this moment, Yu Daohan exuded no human aura whatsoever; instead, his ghost energy was incredibly potent.
The leading Ghost King smiled faintly. "If I'm not mistaken, this kid must have forcibly fused with a Ghost King's horns."
"Fused with a Ghost King's horns?" a nearby Ghost King repeated, unable to hide his surprise.
Humans belonged to Yang, while ghosts belonged to Yin. The forceful fusion of two different entities was an act of courting death. It was unexpected that this kid had actually succeeded in fusing.
After the fusion, Yu Daohan looked at the somewhat fearful evil spirits with a sinister grin and a fighting spirit, "Come on, you scum!"
The evil spirits exchanged glances, none daring to charge forward first.
This was because the ghost aura emanating from Yu Daohan at this moment was no less than that of a Nether Ghost.
The Ghost Kings behind them, seeing that nearly half an hour had passed, commanded, "Whoever gets the first kill, I'll reward them with three prey."
Upon hearing this, the evil spirits swarmed forward, attempting to engulf Yu Daohan.
Yu Daohan's face lit up with excitement. He plunged the Kanglong Halberd into the ground and swung his fists at the approaching evil spirits.
Bang!
The moment two evil spirits rushing to the front were struck by Yu Daohan's unstoppable fists, their souls were scattered.
Bang!
Another evil spirit perished under Yu Daohan's wild punches.
Then came one punch, two punches, three punches, four punches, five punches… ten punches…
One, two, three, four, five… ten…
Wherever his fists passed, no ghost could survive. At this moment, Yu Daohan was like a war god descended, fighting with exhilarating ferocity, without a hint of fatigue.
The evil spirits, on the other hand, were like tofu hitting rocks, unable to get close.
"Kill, kill, kill." Yu Daohan repeated the word with great excitement.
"Holy crap, has this kid gone berserk?" one of the Ghost Kings behind him remarked.
"Should we stop him?" another Ghost King next to him looked at the leading Ghost King.
The leading Ghost King waved his hand, instead watching Yu Daohan, who had completely lost himself in the killing, with excitement. "What's the rush? The show has just begun. Besides, losing a few underlings isn't a big deal."
Time trickled by, and evil spirits continued to pour out of the exit.
Screams echoed endlessly, and wisps of smoke drifted through the entire exit. The scene was incredibly brutal.
Yu Daohan continued to throw punches, like an unfeeling machine.
After an unknown period, one of the Ghost Kings could no longer hold back. "Holy crap, it's been an hour, and this kid really doesn't get tired?"
The other Ghost Kings nodded in agreement.
The leading Ghost King smiled faintly. "Remember to send your prey. Don't send any too old."
Time continued to flow.
One hour, two hours, three hours…
For a full three hours, Yu Daohan continued to smash with his fists without any rest.
"No, I can't stand it anymore." One of the Ghost Kings spoke, preparing to step forward, but was stopped by the leading Ghost King's raised hand. "No hurry, he's probably reached his limit too."
As expected, the moment the leading Ghost King finished speaking, Yu Daohan began to pant heavily, and the speed of his punches slowed down.
Suddenly, an evil spirit seized the opportunity and lunged its claws towards Yu Daohan's face.
Yu Daohan reacted swiftly, tilting his head to dodge the incoming claws, but his cheek was still grazed and cut.
Other evil spirits, finding the opening, extended their claws to attack.
Although Yu Daohan tried his best to dodge and counter-punch, he couldn't evade them all. He was struck by the claws, but fortunately, no vital points were hit.
Blood flowed down his cheek and dripped onto the ground. His clothes were stained red with blood, and the power of the ghost horns was gradually fading.
Yu Daohan panted heavily, feeling the ghost horns' power weakening. He knew in his heart that he was doomed today.
The figures of Qin Muyu, Liu Feng, and that little girl Yu Yijun flashed through his mind.
"So, I'm afraid of dying too."
Yu Daohan couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, he felt a trace of fear.