Tang Wuqi was in the poisonous fog, his arm festering, then spreading to his whole body.

The middle-aged man attempted to struggle from Tang Wuqi's hand, but it was futile.

Qin Yuyu stepped forward again, snorting coldly.

"Thunder!"

A bolt of lightning struck directly down on Tang Wuqi.

The deafening explosion echoed in the air.

Meanwhile, the others took action.

Now everyone was tied to the same rope.

If the middle-aged man died, Tang Wuqi would target the next.

Xiao Lei urged his twin long swords to charge at Tang Wuqi.

The long swords drew a beautiful arc in the air.

Guo Tian urged the talisman again, rushing at Tang Wuqi.

Everyone was putting forth their full effort.

Mo Lin wasn't idle.

Mo Lin stimulated the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Technique.

The Three-Pointed Blade appeared in Mo Lin's hand.

As Mo Lin used this move, those present couldn't help but gaze at Mo Lin.

This Three-Pointed Blade consumed twenty years of Dao Practice.

"Bang!" The Three-Pointed Blade struck fiercely on Tang Wuqi.

A black aura appeared around Tang Wuqi's body.

Successfully blocking Mo Lin and the others' attack.

At the next moment, the poison-wielding middle-aged man was completely strangled to death by Tang Wuqi.

As the poison-user died, green poisonous fog burst out from his seven apertures.

Tang Wuqi's body was now completely festering, with bloody holes appearing.

Revealing white bone.

At this moment, Tang Wuqi was enveloped in the poisonous gas.

After the body rotted, his movements became a bit slower than before.

Tang Wuqi seemed to feel no pain, walking out from the poisonous fog.

These people have exhausted their methods, unable to cause any special harm to Tang Wuqi.

"Go!" Qin Yuyu slowly uttered a word.

Now the situation was dire.

The half-dead man in front of them was very strong.

And his identity was significant.

A great general from the Ming Dynasty!

Tang He's descendant.

A monster living for hundreds of years, with astounding skills.

This guy possessed no human nature at all.

Tang Wuqi charged again, rushing towards Qin Yuyu's direction.

Qin Yuyu dared not be complacent, his right hand making a strange gesture, yelling.

"Fire Ghost on him!"

Qin Yuyu opened his mouth, a mass of flames gushed out, burning towards Tang Wuqi.

This move obviously had an effect, forcing Tang Wuqi back.

Qin Yuyu landed, then approached Mo Lin, querying him.

"What do we do?"

Qin Yuyu knew very well his own limitations.

The ghosts he could summon, only numbered two.

He didn't hold back any techniques, all his usable methods had already been used.

"Do you think this ghost has any accomplices?" Mo Lin asked a question he was puzzled about.

"Don't know."

"Unclear." Qin Yuyu and the others shook their heads at this moment, indicating uncertainty.

Tang Wuqi's upheaval was very uneven.

Li Xue, who utilized Mo Lin as a tool, had yet to appear.

"Mo Lin, stop thinking about it; the priority is to deal with this half-dead man first," Qin Yuyu urged Mo Lin.

Actually, Mo Lin had a hidden card.

The Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill housed a special existence within it.

If he conjures it, he would definitely be able to subdue Tang Wuqi.

It's just Mo Lin wasn't sure if he should use this hidden card.

After all, the people who came were strangers; Mo Lin was uncertain if they could be trusted.

After considering, Mo Lin decided to forgo using this hidden card.

After some thought, Mo Lin decided to use a certain move.

Mo Lin raised his palm, a pitch-black flame suddenly appeared, then burned in Mo Lin's hand.

The terrifying temperature was chilling.

Cyan Dragon saw this scene and his pupils shrunk sharply, exclaiming.

"Netherworld's Nether Fire, you actually fully mastered Netherworld's Nether Fire... This is the complete Nether Fire... you even acquired the other piece of Nether Fire."

"What? Is this the legendary Netherworld's Nether Fire?"

"This thing is as renowned as the Red Lotus Karmic Fire; I've heard it's very powerful."

"Mo Lin is really extraordinary," Xiao Lei commented upon seeing Mo Lin wielding the Nether Fire.

Mo Lin raised his hand, the pitch-black Nether Fire charged towards Tang Wuqi.

Mo Lin only knew simple manipulation of the Nether Fire and didn't fully understand its control.

He couldn't make the Nether Fire perform any special movements or postures.

It was like flying a kite, Mo Lin could only hold the string but couldn't change the kite's shape.

That was enough.

Tang Wuqi waved his palm directly at the Nether Fire.

Evidently, he didn't take the Nether Fire seriously.

As the Nether Fire touched Tang Wuqi's body, it flared up like gasoline meeting flames.

Tang Wuqi swung his arm, attempting to extinguish the fire.

But only then did he find out that no matter what action he took, he couldn't put out the fire; on the contrary, the flames became even stronger.

Mo Lin raised his hand again, the Nether Fire like a black fire dragon charging at Tang Wuqi.

Tang Wuqi was completely engulfed by the Nether Fire.

All they could see was him struggling in the flames.

Just futile struggling.

Tang Wuqi was too overconfident; he could have avoided the Nether Fire before, but he didn't do so.

"Ah..." Tang Wuqi's voice wailed in the flames.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Tang Wuqi's movements gradually slowed, his struggling decreased until his body collapsed entirely to the ground.

Dead.

A monster that lived for hundreds of years was dead like that.

This is the horror of Netherworld's Nether Fire.

A relentless burning.

Only when Tang Wuqi was thoroughly dead, did the Nether Fire extinguish.

Mo Lin stepped forward to check, ensuring Tang Wuqi was dead.

Only charred bones remained on the ground.

Mo Lin and Qin Yuyu surveyed the surroundings to confirm no other ghosts before leaving together.

Mo Lin did not go with Qin Yuyu and the others to the city center.

Instead, Mo Lin returned to the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Hall.

Qin Yuyu and his team went to the city center to report today's occurrences.

...

The dark night was devoid of any light.

The sky was absent of the moon.

Mo Lin, familiar with the route, returned to the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Hall.

Upon his return, he sensed an aura of death.

Suddenly, a sound of crying reached Mo Lin's ears.

This voice, Mo Lin was familiar with.

It was Wei Xun's voice.

Mo Lin quickened his pace, arriving at the back courtyard of the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Hall.

There he saw Wei Xun kneeling, crying in anguish.

A corpse lay in front of her, covered in a white cloth.

"Master Uncle... my grandfather... he's dead.." Wei Xun sobbed to Mo Lin.

"What happened?" Mo Lin asked Wei Xun.

"I picked him up from the station, he was fine, but after arriving at the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Hall, he suddenly lost his breath."

Mo Lin stepped forward, uncovering the white cloth to examine.

With just a glance, Mo Lin was certain that Wei Xun's grandfather had been dead for at least a day.

However, according to Wei Xun's account, her grandfather should have died just a few hours ago.

"Are you certain you brought him back from the station?" Mo Lin asked Wei Xun.

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