Chapter 62

Zhu Lingwu failed to remove the talisman stuck on the wall at his first attempt and did not have a second chance. He had to face the Xuanming Ghost Head rushing towards him.

The Xuanming Ghost Head moved extremely fast, and the ghostly aura it emitted from the white, skeletal head, which was shrouded in a greenish glow, spread out like countless tentacles towards Zhu Lingwu.

Of course, the Xuanming Ghost Head first protected the talisman on the wall, which was shimmering with a luster. These Xuanming Ghost Heads seemed to have some intelligence; they clearly knew that if Zhu Lingwu removed the talisman, people outside would rush in.

This would disrupt their master's intentions, although their master's situation was now somewhat abnormal.

With no choice, Zhu Lingwu had to retreat from the wall. If he were cornered by the Xuanming Ghost Head, with no place to dodge, he would surely be in a difficult situation.

Using the qi and blood power triggered by the Swift Swallow Step, Zhu Lingwu darted two to three meters away. However, the room was not very large, so he could not completely escape the Xuanming Ghost Head's pursuit.

For some reason, the other four Xuanming Ghost Heads also pounced on Zhu Lingwu at the same time, putting him in a dangerous situation.

Whether it was the two Xuanming Ghost Heads originally chasing the white fox, or the two that Zhu Lingwu had disrupted with electric arcs, they all shook their green-glowing skulls, making a "clacking" sound with their jawbones and releasing a thick ghostly aura like a "wailing" ghost, forming a dark cloud that rushed towards Zhu Lingwu.

Perhaps if Meng Yishi died, these five Xuanming Ghost Heads would also meet a bad end. Sensing Meng Yishi's dire situation, they all felt a deep fear of annihilation, worried that they would die along with Meng Yishi.

Oh, they were already dead, but they feared the complete dissolution of their souls, losing their marks and disappearing from this world.

And all of this was caused by Zhu Lingwu. Even if they died, they would take Zhu Lingwu with them. At least before they truly sensed Meng Yishi's fate, they dared not let Zhu Lingwu escape their control.

They no longer dared to underestimate this seemingly childlike mortal. They never expected that Zhu Lingwu could control lightning, which they instinctively feared.

The intelligence of these five Xuanming Ghost Heads was indeed considerable. Although they were low-level ghostly artifacts, it was unknown how Meng Yishi had refined them to make them act like independent, self-aware servants and enforcers.

Having self-awareness naturally made them superior to those artifacts that required remote control. Perhaps they could already rival spirit treasures with their own spirits. This was likely the special refinement method of the Xuanming Sect.

No wonder Meng Yishi could still attend to his own affairs after releasing them, as these Xuanming Ghost Heads could follow his target instructions and autonomously defend and attack, like now, preventing the white fox and Zhu Lingwu from removing the talisman on the wall, and deciding to surround Zhu Lingwu.

Zhu Lingwu, of course, would not just sit and wait to die. He spread his hands, and two electric arcs appeared in his palms, crackling with a "zizi" sound.

These were formed from the residual current that Zhu Lingwu had recovered after striking Meng Yishi. They looked about the size of basketballs, quite intimidating.

In fact, the amount of electricity contained in these two electric arcs was less than half of the compressed marble-sized electric arc Zhu Lingwu had used earlier. They were more for show, to scare people. If they hit someone, they would probably just cause a numb sensation.

Fortunately, these electric arcs had a natural restraining effect on the ghostly aura released by the five Xuanming Ghost Heads. Even with reduced power, they could still prevent the ghostly aura from approaching Zhu Lingwu's body.

Perhaps this was the only weakness of the Xuanming Sect's ghostly artifacts. Even if they were controlled by ghostly spirits comparable to spirit treasures, they still had many limitations, especially such weaknesses.

But Zhu Lingwu was already surrounded by the five Xuanming Ghost Heads, and the ghostly mist around his body had already spread, almost covering a third of the room.

Zhu Lingwu could not easily escape them. Helplessly, he used his soul consciousness to drive the electric arcs in his hands, forming an electric net about half a meter away from his body, temporarily blocking the spreading ghostly aura.

If such a dense ghostly aura invaded his body, it might turn him into a living zombie, a real zombie.

Fortunately, the ghostly aura was a negative energy, and it was naturally restrained by the positive energy of the electric current. Even a small spark of electricity landing in the ghostly aura could create a gap of over a meter.

Thus, with the electric net around his body, a clean area was maintained about a meter away from Zhu Lingwu. However, the continuous ghostly aura was quickly depleting the electric net, and Zhu Lingwu did not know how long he could hold out.

No matter where he moved, the five Xuanming Ghost Heads would follow in a spiral. Although they were somewhat afraid of the electric net Zhu Lingwu released, there seemed to be special light waves flickering in their skulls, indicating they were preparing other special means.

This situation was indeed dangerous for Zhu Lingwu. He could not approach the wall to remove the talismans, as it would leave him with no space to dodge, even though it would protect him from attacks from behind.

For Zhu Lingwu, who had practiced the Swift Swallow Step, having some space to move was essential for better combat techniques.

What troubled him most was that he did not know if Meng Yishi had died after being struck by his palm.

His greatest hope was that the five Xuanming Ghost Heads were linked to Meng Yishi's life. If Meng Yishi died, their spirits would also be severely damaged, allowing him to easily escape his current predicament.

However, it seemed that Meng Yishi was not yet completely dead, and was still struggling between life and death, which troubled Zhu Lingwu.

Zhu Lingwu knew he could not wait for the five Xuanming Ghost Heads to release their next move. But since he was trapped, he seemed to have no other means, and could only remain calm and adapt to the situation.

"Xiao Daji, quickly tear off the talisman! If you don't want to die here with me, don't just hide and watch!"

Zhu Lingwu shouted, placing his hope on the white fox. At least it would help him share some of the pressure. If one of the five Xuanming Ghost Heads could be diverted to deal with the white fox, it might disrupt their hidden combined combat skills.

The white fox, having escaped the attack of two Xuanming Ghost Heads, was hiding in a corner of the room, catching its breath. Its three fox tails swayed behind it, and its eyes darted around the room.

It looked at Meng Yishi, who was shrouded in a yellowish light, and then at Zhu Lingwu, who was surrounded by the five Xuanming Ghost Heads. Clearly, it was thinking.

Hearing Zhu Lingwu's call, the white fox's eyes flickered, and it sighed, then darted out from the corner, stepping on the furniture in the room, heading towards the nearest talisman.

Clearly, the white fox also knew that only by removing these talismans could the current situation be broken.

The white fox's movements were extremely agile, and it could run directly on the rough wooden walls. It quickly reached the talisman and bit into it with its mouth.

Unfortunately...

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