Seeing the rope winding towards him, Qin Yang's spiritual power surged around him. He tapped his toes in the void, elevating himself several meters to dodge the eerie, ghostly blue rope.

Swoosh!

Just as Qin Yang dodged, a few meters behind him, the Fire Element Resentful Spirit appeared clad in red, with a face adorned with sharp teeth, and swung the Fire Ghost Rope at Qin Yang.

"Scram."

Qin Yang turned around and slashed at the Fire Ghost Rope with his Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword.

Swoosh!

However, the usually razor-sharp Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword struck the rope, and it felt like he had cut into cotton, weak and soft.

The Fire Ghost Rope, resembling a supple Fire Snake, instead coiled up along the tip of the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword.

Seeing this, Qin Yang's pupils constricted, and he hurriedly withdrew his sword.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Simultaneously, the remaining Gold, Wood, and Earth Element Resentful Spirits also surrounded Qin Yang, swinging their long swords and whipping ropes to besiege him.

Qin Yang was forced to continuously dodge in the air, narrowly escaping danger.

By this time, Ruan Xinxue had already emerged from the Osmanthus Forest, her jade-like hands slowly clenching with worry painted on her pretty face.

"Heh heh, youngster, surrender to the old woman."

Wu Jiao let out a cold and sinister laugh.

"Grandma wants you to surrender."

"Grandma wants you to surrender."

"..."

The Five Element Resentful Spirits emitted eerie sounds, and their attack speed increased significantly.

"Hmph."

Qin Yang snorted coldly, slashing continuously with his Sword Aura, his figure flashing as he leaped out of the siege of the five Resentful Spirits.

On the Immortal Yuan Continent, even the lowest Ghost Soldiers equaled the early stage of the Immortal Master Realm, let alone these rare Resentful Spirits with unique constitutions and considerable strength.

"These little ghosts are indeed troublesome, but do you think these five Resentful Spirits can really handle me?"

Qin Yang's eyes turned icy. To deal with these little ghosts, using some items might be more convenient.

Swoosh!

Qin Yang summoned a set of red and black Ghost Dao Array Flags with his right hand.

The flags bore some mysterious black runes.

Qin Yang was not a Ghost Cultivator and wasn't very proficient in Ghost Dao, only having some basic knowledge.

However, Wu Jiao's control over these five Resentful Spirits was even cruder; she merely infused her Essence Blood while refining these ghost soldiers without any Divine Sense imprints.

"What's in your hand... an Array Flag that can control ghosts? How could you have such a thing?!"

In the black robe's mist, Wu Jiao's sinister voice held a hint of surprise.

"Hmph, watch me break it."

Qin Yang paid no mind to Wu Jiao, instead casting a cold glance as the five Resentful Spirits charged at him again, waving his right hand.

Swoosh!

The twelve Ghost Dao Array Flags transformed into streaks of light, forming a circular array that entrapped the five Resentful Spirits.

The flags unfurled in the air, rustling gently in the breeze.

This set of Ghost Dao Array Flags was what Qin Yang acquired after slaying the Black Poison Gu King in the tropical rainforest.

The most basic function of this array flag is to mislead ghosts and cut off their connection with the controller.

Although Qin Yang was not deeply versed in Ghost Dao, he had dabbled enough to utilize the basic capabilities of this array flag without fully refining it.

"Dark Spiritual Power."

Qin Yang possessed the rare Nine Spirit Forms, naturally including Dark Spiritual Power among his attributes.

Boom!

A thick black spiritual power surged from Qin Yang's body, splintering into twelve strands that entered the twelve array flags.

Buzz~!

The twelve array flags simultaneously shone, their runes flickering and weaving together to form an array in mid-air.

Black spectral light burst from the flags, creating a screen that trapped the five Resentful Spirits within.

"Break through the screen and kill that brat!"

Seeing the array flags activate, Wu Jiao in the black robe felt a rare hint of unease, her voice growing sharper as she barked loudly.

Bang, bang, bang!

Upon Wu Jiao's words, the five Resentful Spirits swung their long swords in unison toward the screen, black ripples surging against the light.

Buzz~!

Black light flowed on the array flags, as a faintly mesmerizing sinister aura rose within the formation.

Absorbing that sinister aura, the attacks of the five Resentful Spirits gradually slowed.

Their pupils, already glowing white, lost all focus and began to drift aimlessly within the formation.

Two of the ghost soldiers even accidentally bumped into each other, then separated, continuing to wander.

Seeing this scene, Wu Jiao's eyes within the black robe narrowed immediately.

"Children, what are you doing? Hurry up and deal with that kid!"

Wu Jiao pointed at Qin Yang, chastising loudly.

However, her words fell on deaf ears as the five Resentful Spirits continued to drift aimlessly within the formation.

Observing this, Qin Yang exhaled softly, a smile curling up at the corner of his lips.

"The link between these five ghost soldiers and Wu Jiao has been cut by the array and they're trapped in the maze formation."

Qin Yang remarked softly, now thinking about how to handle these five ghost soldiers.

Gazing at the dense resentment swirling around the five Resentful Spirits, Qin Yang's eyes gleamed as an idea struck him.

In any case, this ghost soldier's aura of resentment had to be dispelled, along with the Essence Blood the old witch left within them.

Swoosh!

With a flick of his right hand, Qin Yang conjured a long blood-red banner hung on a long black wooden pole, appearing in mid-air.

"That's the... Soul-Calling Banner of my Witch Race? No, the Soul-Calling Banner has black cloth, but this one is red."

Wu Jiao's eyes shrunk again as she stared at the Blood Soul Banner.

"Go."

With a wave of his hand, Qin Yang sent the Blood Soul Banner into the center of the Ghost Dao Array Formation.

The Dark Spiritual Power within Qin Yang surged out, pouring into the Blood Soul Banner, causing the cloth to flutter as if caught by the wind.

Next, a blood-colored vortex formed in the center of the banner.

The vortex began to spin, harboring a powerful suction force.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The dense aura of resentment around the five Resentful Spirits began to howl and surge towards the blood-colored vortex, consumed by it.

As the thick resentment was drawn away, the bodies of the five Resentful Spirits grew increasingly ethereal, and the encircling aura dwindled rapidly. Within ten breaths, only the residual resentment within their spirit forms remained.

"Stop, little bastard, what are you doing?!"

At this scene, Wu Jiao's presence grew sharper, her voice chillingly eerie to the ear.

Qin Yang sneered, unbothered and unconcerned.

"True Fire, condense."

Qin Yang pinched a gesture with his fingers and uttered a low shout.

Boom!

A massive flame of scarlet red rose from Qin Yang's palm, then headed towards the five Resentful Spirits in the formation, enveloping them as their bodies grew significantly more phantom-like.

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