One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Taichu pointed his finger at the empty space in front of him and made a light stroke.

collapse--!!!

A crisp, cracking sound suddenly rang out in the air.

next second.

The monster, which had been roaring wildly and moving with incredible speed, suddenly stopped.

"Heh...heh..."

The monster emitted a series of hoarse bellows sounds from its throat.

Its pale eyes trembled violently, as if it was desperately trying to control its body, only to find that the strength that had been so readily available to it was now receding like the tide.

Zhang Taichu withdrew his finger and looked indifferently at everything before him.

"Whether it's the Feng family's method of binding spirits and commanding generals, or the Wang family's stolen method of subduing spirits."

"In the end, it all comes down to that invisible contract line, which forcibly enslaves the souls of the dead."

Zhang Taichu raised his head, looking at the enormous mountain of flesh before him with pity in his eyes:

"What do you think will happen without this constraint?"

sizzle-

As Zhang Taichu finished speaking.

Wang Aina's swollen, purplish-black skin suddenly began to undulate and writhe violently.

It was as if countless rats were scurrying wildly beneath his skin.

Followed by.

A series of distorted faces emerged from beneath his skin.

There were elderly people, children, men, and women.

They are no longer the mindless, blindly attacking shadows they once were.

Their facial features began to become clearer, and a scarlet light gradually shone from their previously empty eye sockets.

That was the light of reason returning.

"Ah...uh..."

Wang Ai seemed to realize something.

He began to struggle desperately, trying to push the spirits that had emerged from his body back in.

"Go back! All of you, go back!"

"I am your master! I raised you! I am Wang Ai! I am the Tenth Elder!"

"Listen to my command! Kill him! Kill him!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with barely concealed fear.

however.

Not a single spirit listened to him.

They slowly emerged from Wang Ai's flesh and blood, floating in mid-air.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...

In just a few seconds.

The sky above the entire Wang family compound was densely packed with the souls of the dead.

They made no sound.

There were no screams, no roars.

It simply hovered there silently, its thousands of scarlet eyes fixed on Wang Ai below.

This extreme silence was even more chilling than the previous cacophony of wailing and howling.

Wang Ye stood at a distance, feeling a chill run up his heels and straight to the top of his head, making it difficult to even breathe.

"Is...is this cause and effect?"

Wang Ye muttered to himself, looking at the sky full of red eyes, his scalp tingling.

Zhang Taichu stood to one side, took two steps back, and made room for the open space that was about to become a battleground.

"Everyone."

Zhang Taichu cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the myriad ghosts in the air, his tone calm:

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor."

"This old man's life is now yours."

"Let's eat."

The words had barely left his mouth when, in the next moment...

The once still ghosts suddenly erupted into chaos.

They chose the most primitive, savage, and satisfying way.

Pounce on it.

Tear!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the night sky.

Countless dark figures, like a leech, frantically pounced on Wang Ai's massive body.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

"I am the head of the Wang family! You lowly commoners! You piece of trash!"

"Help! Help! Offerings! Someone help!"

Wang Ai frantically waved her arms, trying to swat away the vengeful ghost on her body.

But for every one he swatted away, ten or a hundred more would pounce on him even more frantically.

This is not just physical torture.

It is a form of torture that is agonizing to the soul.

Each bite takes away a trace of his soul's essence.

The pain of having one's soul gnawed away bit by bit is a thousand times, ten thousand times more intense than physical pain!

Zhang Taichu stood not far away, watching this scene coldly, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"When you ate them, did you ever think about this day coming?"

In less than a minute.

Wang Ai's enormous body, which stood three meters tall, had been devoured, leaving only a skeleton.

But he is not dead yet.

As a top expert in the world of supernatural beings, coupled with the side effects of the Spirit Absorption Technique, his vitality is terrifyingly tenacious.

Even though only his skeleton and remaining internal organs were left, he remained conscious.

He was fully aware of every inch of his flesh leaving his body, and he was fully aware of being eaten alive.

"Zhang...Zhang Taichu..."

From the wreckage on the ground, a faint cry for help rang out:

"Kill...kill me..."

"Please... give me a quick death..."

This moment.

For him, death was the greatest blessing.

Zhang Taichu glanced down at it and shook his head:

"This humble Taoist priest does not kill living beings."

"This is a debt you owed yourself; you'll pay it back slowly."

After saying that, he turned away, no longer looking at the horrific scene.

And in a corner of the ruins less than twenty meters from the battlefield.

A young man was slumped on the ground.

It was Wang Ai's most beloved grandson, Wang Bing.

At this moment, he was completely devoid of the arrogance he had displayed on the phone earlier, when he boasted that he would sever Wang Ye's tendons.

His crotch was already soaked, and a foul stench mixed with the smell of blood permeated the air.

His eyes widened, almost splitting open at the corners.

He witnessed firsthand how his grandfather, who had always been obedient to him and omnipotent in his eyes, was now being devoured by countless evil spirits like a piece of rotten meat.

The visual impact completely shattered his mental defenses.

"Heh...hehe..."

Wang Bing suddenly laughed.

His body began to convulse violently, drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became unfocused and crazed.

"So many people...so many people..."

"Grandpa is flying... the meat is flying..."

"Red...so pretty...hehehe..."

Several vengeful ghosts who failed to snatch any food smelled the bloodline aura emanating from Wang Bing, slowly turned their heads, and floated over.

They surrounded Wang Bing, but did not attack immediately. Instead, they watched him silently with their scarlet eyes.

"Ah! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Wang Bing suddenly screamed and crawled backward on all fours, his fingernails digging into the ground, drawing blood.

"I don't know him! I don't know Wang Ai!"

"I'm a good child! I've never hurt anyone! Don't eat me! Don't eat me!"

"Waaaaah... Mommy... I want to go home..."

In his extreme terror, he went completely insane.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but sigh and mutter to himself:

"A family should be together all the time..."

"Is Grandmaster's mouth blessed?"

at last.

As the last faint wail faded away.

That once invincible mass of flesh and blood has completely turned into a pool of black water.

After completing their revenge, the red light emanating from the countless vengeful ghosts gradually faded.

They did not continue to attack others.

Instead, they all turned around and faced Zhang Taichu's direction.

Then, in mid-air, he slowly knelt down.

This bow.

I am grateful for the grace of liberation.

Zhang Taichu did not accept the bow, but instead stepped aside and waved his sleeve.

A gentle breeze blew by.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

"Go."

Countless points of light rose up and disappeared into the night sky.

The courtyard returned to silence.

All that remained was a scene of utter chaos, and Wang Bing, still grinning madly in the corner.