Shi Zhenxi rapidly retreated, his gaze fixed on the blue figure before him, his heart filled with boundless fury.
This was simply too much!
A fragment of his divine soul had now become a tormented ghost.
No wonder he had suddenly dropped in realm and awakened early while still in slumber.
It turned out his divine soul had been refined.
For a Golden Immortal Realm cultivator, this was an utter humiliation!
Shi Zhenxi roared fiercely, preparing to utterly annihilate the ghost before him.
Since it could no longer be reclaimed,
it was better to destroy it outright than to let others see and bring shame.
However, this was not just a single ghost.
As Shi Zhenxi approached,
hundreds of ghosts howled and swirled around him, ceaselessly biting and tearing.
A dense ghostly mist had quietly descended.
This mist completely blocked divine sense,
preventing immortals from sending any calls for help.
As the ghost army engulfed Shi Zhenxi,
a sudden flash of white light appeared,
pushing away all the surrounding ghosts.
Shi Zhenxi appeared, holding a white paper umbrella.
As he twirled its handle, a surging force erupted,
keeping the many ghosts at bay.
At this moment, Shi Zhenxi finally realized these ghosts were actually immortal souls,
some even stronger than his own realm.
This was utterly incredible!
With so many ghosts, where was the evil immortal artifact controlling them?
Shi Zhenxi lightly tapped his finger.
The paper umbrella slowly spun upward, scattering starlight over him, still blocking all ghosts outside.
When the umbrella reached about twenty meters above,
with a shift in his right hand’s Dao seal,
the umbrella burst forth brilliant light,
completely dispersing the dense ghostly mist.
Only then did Shi Zhenxi notice a gigantic Summoning Banner standing not far ahead.
Could this be the immortal artifact controlling these ghosts?
His face hardened as, relying on the white umbrella, he charged straight forward.
All the surrounding ghosts were pushed aside.
Soon,
Shi Zhenxi arrived before the Summoning Banner and prepared to destroy it with a palm strike.
The banner’s surface lightly trembled.
The next moment, Ye Yu suddenly appeared, wielding his battle halberd, slashing forward with great force.
Though Shi Zhenxi reacted quickly, retreating,
he was still a step too slow.
A cut appeared on his right arm,
golden blood dripping.
Shi Zhenxi looked at the wound in disbelief.
The wound itself was insignificant.
What truly shocked him was not the injury,
but that a fragment of his once-complete divine soul was again drawn away.
Previously, Shi Zhenxi knew the Soul-Slaying Immortal Annihilation Spear could tear souls.
But the process was extremely complicated and had a very low chance.
How was it that with just one strike, Ye Yu instantly plundered a portion of his soul?
Was it mere luck?
At the moment Shi Zhenxi hesitated,
eight green vines suddenly sprouted,
piercing through his body,
rapidly devouring his blood essence at a terrifying speed.
Within moments,
Shi Zhenxi’s immortal energy fluctuations plummeted to roughly Celestial Immortal Realm level.
Ye Yu slowly appeared before him,
a slight smile on his face.
In fact, even when he first saw Shi Zhenxi arrive at Wuwei Tower,
Ye Yu had already planned how to kill him.
Especially after hearing Shi Zhenxi had reached the Golden Immortal Realm,
he was even more eager.
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