Living as a Mortal: Grinding Experience Starting from the Underworld

Chapter 98 Ghostly Shadow

"What are you ants chattering about?"

"Today you will all perish here, becoming nourishment for my rebirth."

A chilling ghostly wail echoed, and ethereal shadows flickered incessantly, while Xuan Gu roamed outside the sword formation.

Zhang Feng took out several Qi-restoring pills and put them in his mouth.

Using the sword formation at full power consumes some spiritual energy, and he can only sustain it for a few hours at most.

Take some recovery pills in advance to ensure sufficient spiritual energy, just in case.

"Haha, kid, your spiritual power can't hold up anymore!"

"Controlling twenty-four flying swords and setting up such a sword formation must consume a lot of spiritual energy!"

"This is the moment I've been waiting for!"

Seeing this, Xuan Gu became extremely excited, and the skeleton ghost's attack became even more rapid.

Xuan Gu began to relentlessly manipulate the skeleton puppets to bombard Zhang Feng's sword formation, regardless of the losses.

Zhang Feng was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but continued to use his sword formation to defend.

In fact, he did not consume much spiritual power; what he consumed the most was the extreme cold power contained in the ten-thousand-year-old ice marrow in his natal magic weapon.

As for the Ice Flame, Zhang Feng only used some of his divine sense to control it, displaying its full power.

However, his act of taking the elixir himself seems to have become the trigger for breaking the deadlock.

In an instant, several thoughts flashed through Zhang Feng's mind.

As soon as Xuan Gu finished speaking, Han Li, Jin Qing, and the others cast worried glances at him.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, how much longer can you hold on? If it really comes to it, Fairy Shi and I can set up some formations to hold you off for a while and buy you some time to recover!"

Han Li asked, knowing that as a cultivator who used a complete set of natal flying swords, he understood that driving so many flying swords did indeed consume spiritual energy.

Zhang Feng shook his head. If this continued, Xuan Gu could indeed use the refined island as an array to trap and kill the group.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng moved his lips and transmitted his voice to the others.

"Gentlemen, I can still hold on, but we cannot afford to waste time with this man. We must lure him out of his hole."

"I pretended to be outmatched to lure him into attacking."

"Everyone, seize the opportunity and use your most yang-based weapons to attack."

"It would be best to eliminate this person. If not, destroying this formation to disable it would also be a good thing."

The group exchanged glances but did not object.

"Everyone, get ready!"

Zhang Feng sent a telepathic reminder, then controlled the blood flow in his face, his face suddenly turning deathly pale, and his hands controlling the flying sword suddenly trembled slightly.

His body trembled like a sieve, as if his spiritual energy was about to be exhausted, and he cried out, "I can't hold on any longer, everyone be careful!"

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you must hold on!"

Everyone pretended to be shocked and became fully alert.

"Hahaha~"

Xuan Gu outside the formation was overjoyed. A ghostly claw several meters long suddenly appeared, stirring up a cloud of dark blue ghostly mist that struck Zhang Feng's sword formation heavily.

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out, and Zhang Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood. He quickly retrieved his natal magic weapon, his face ashen and his expression furious: "How dare you damage my natal magic weapon! You will die today!"

Suddenly, a giant half-body puppet, tens of feet tall, appeared in mid-air, raising two long, white bone arms.

Whoosh!

Two skeletal claws, imbued with immense power, attacked the crowd present.

At the same time, several ghostly figures, taking advantage of the cover of the ghostly creatures, darted in.

The group worked together, and their protective auras expanded rapidly, colliding and merging instantly.

A fiery red protective shield enveloped everyone's heads, blocking the attack of the two ghostly claws.

"Get ready to strike!"

Zhang Feng transmitted his voice.

Tweet!

With a clear bird song, a "Fat Sun Bird," about ten feet in size, entirely crimson, and radiating intense heat, leaped out.

Surrounded by dazzling flames, the "Fat Sun Bird" circled twice above everyone's heads before flying towards the giant skeleton.

Tweet!

The "Fat Sun Bird" flew to the skeleton's side and spat out a ball of blazing white essence fire.

This intense fire is extremely powerful; it can instantly destroy skeletons and bones upon contact.

The blazing fire surged forward with unstoppable force, threatening to annihilate the giant skeleton.

The ghostly figures that had been flitting around the protective auras of the crowd seemed to sense something and suddenly vanished eerily.

The next moment, a green figure leaped onto the skeleton, and two wisps of green ghostly mist suddenly surged out, tumbling and transforming into two dark green monstrous pythons.

The monstrous python immediately coiled and flew out, exhaling cold spiritual energy to counteract the "Fat Yang Bird's" fiery essence.

"Hmph, the Fat Sun Bird? If its true form were here, perhaps I would be somewhat afraid. But now that it's just a remnant of its soul, it dares to release it to devour ghosts and exorcise demons?"

Green Shadow raised one hand, and the giant skeleton beneath him raised its pale white claws and grabbed the "Fat Sun Bird".

Tweet!

The "Fat Sun Bird" cried out urgently, its flames and eerie ghostly aura constantly eroding each other until it finally shrank to a size of a few inches.

"Awoo!"

Green Shadow pinched the "Fat Sun Bird" and put it into its mouth, swallowing it whole.

It is indeed horrifying that a ghost would swallow its natural enemy whole.

Zhang Feng remained expressionless, unleashing his full spiritual sense and soul power to determine whether this person was indeed the Xuan Gu True Soul.

"Glug!"

Jin Qing and the others felt their mouths were parched and couldn't help but swallow.

Han Li's expression turned solemn; such a ghost was indeed ferocious.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Jin Qing trembled slightly and couldn't help but ask, "The Zhiyang Bird scroll just melted and disappeared in my hand."

"Human? Ghost? What do you think?"

Green Shadow gave a sinister smile and asked in return, his eyes scanning the crowd with an eerie red light.

The green figure stood several feet away from the group, neither making a move nor making a move, simply watching them silently.

Zhang Feng's heart skipped a beat. Had his little trick of pretending to be weak in spiritual energy been seen through?

With the sword formation withdrawn, it was indeed easy for someone at the Nascent Soul stage of the Profound Bone realm to detect the condition of the group.

However, with the formation broken, it seems that Ji Yin already knows something has happened here.

Logically speaking, Xuan Gu should be even more anxious than the others.

So Xuan Gu was indeed deceived by himself just now. It was only when the ghostly figure tested him at the last moment that he realized he had fallen into a trap and suddenly retreated.

"Alright, stop pretending! Your little trick of feigning injury can't fool my Nascent Soul consciousness."

"Especially you!"

Green Shadow extended her emerald green, crystalline finger bones, pointed at Zhang Feng, and said menacingly.

"Since you know my name, you must have some connection with the Yin Realm!"

"Speak quickly, are you disciples of the Extreme Yin Sect?"

The green figure leaped onto the skull's head, slammed it down in anger, and the giant skull opened its mouth, unleashing a sharp roar.

Jin Qing and the others quickly raised their spiritual power to defend themselves.

"Oh, senior, you also know about the Patriarch of Extreme Yin?"

Zhang Feng summoned two flying swords to protect himself and said casually.

"Extreme Yin? Patriarch?"

"That wicked disciple dares to call himself the founder?"

The green shadow tore through the white bones beneath it with a claw and roared in fury.

The piercing ghostly wailing made Jin Qing and the others cover their ears tightly.

Zhang Feng couldn't help but smile. The enemy's loss of control of emotions was an opportunity for his side.

Whoosh!

Two dark blue flying swords shot out.

"Hmph, how dare you, you junior!"

Xuan Gu turned away, suppressing his anger. With a cold snort, two dark green pythons coiled together and crashed head-on into two dark blue flying swords.

Bang! Bang! Two sounds of collision, spiritual energy scattered in all directions.

A flash of blue light, and the flying sword returned to Zhang Feng's hand. The two dark green pythons, their bodies frozen solid, fell into the pool below, making a "sizzling" corrosive sound.