Zhao Tian felt like these people were going to devour him.

The crowd watched Zhao Tian with predatory eyes.

Beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Tian's forehead involuntarily, the pressure was truly overwhelming.

Fang Ying had completely lost patience and questioned Zhao Tian: "What exactly do you want?"

"I just want to say, wait a moment." Zhao Tian replied awkwardly to Fang Ying with a smile.

"Get out of the way." Fang Ying didn't want to waste words with Zhao Tian and urged him to leave.

"Um... My friend is on the way, can't we wait for a while?" Zhao Tian said again.

"We're here to catch ghosts, why should we wait?" Fang Ying was thoroughly frustrated.

The last bit of patience he had was worn away by Zhao Tian.

"Move aside, don't you understand?" Fang Ying scolded Zhao Tian again.

As his voice fell, disciples from behind him stepped forward.

These people unsheathed their longswords one after another.

With a flick of their fingers, the swords hovered in mid-air, pointing towards Zhao Tian.

"I'll say it one last time, move aside."

Fang Ying threatened Zhao Tian coldly.

Zhao Tian glanced into the distance... and still, that person hadn't come.

What should he do now?

"I said, wait." Zhao Tian said to Fang Ying resolutely.

"Since you insist on causing trouble, don't blame me for being rude." Fang Ying waved his hand.

The twenty-plus disciples behind him all took action.

Their right hands raised, and the swords in the air darted straight at Zhao Tian.

More than twenty swords attacked Zhao Tian from different directions.

Zhao Tian clasped his hands together, posing in a Tai Chi stance. A burst of white energy appeared in front of him and began to whirl like a vortex.

Protecting his body.

The sharp swords that stabbed towards him were blocked by the white energy.

Within a meter radius of Zhao Tian, everything was completely blocked.

Fang Ying waved his hand to signal everyone to stop the attack.

So the crowd ceased their actions.

He was clearly aware of Zhao Tian's strong defense.

Breaking this defense would be quite difficult.

There are pros and cons.

Zhao Tian couldn't maintain this state indefinitely.

As long as Zhao Tian couldn't hold on, that's when they would have the chance to act.

Beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Tian's forehead at this moment; if Mo Lin didn't come soon, he really couldn't hold on.

The only option now was to waste a little more time.

Five minutes passed...

Ten minutes passed....

The disciples of the Ghost-catching Celestial Master Mansion all assumed ready stances to fight.

The crowd surrounded Zhao Tian.

Finally, Zhao Tian couldn't hold on.

The white energy wave in front of him had to dissipate.

Just as he shed his defense, more than twenty flying swords surged towards Zhao Tian from different directions.

Zhao Tian suddenly felt a headache, he retreated backward, trying to evade the incoming flying swords.

Unfortunately, his actions were a bit slow; a flying sword grazed Zhao Tian's arm.

It cut Zhao Tian's arm, and blood flowed down his arm.

Then another flying sword shot towards Zhao Tian's head.

At this critical moment, an unexpected event occurred.

A jet-black flame, resembling a wall, surged over from the left, blocking the flying sword attacking Zhao Tian out of thin air.

The flying sword was stained by the jet-black flame.

The flame spread instantly all over the sword, then rapidly consumed it.

Zhao Tian looked at the young man in the distance and asked: "Mo Lin?"

"Invincible Loose Cultivator?"

"Actually, my name is Zhao Tian." Zhao Tian announced his name.

Looking at the dark flame in front of him, he whispered: "Divine Fire, Netherworld's Nether Fire?"

The moment they heard the term Netherworld's Nether Fire, everyone on site showed a surprised expression.

They might not know Mo Lin, but the term Divine Fire was known to all.

After all, there was a Human Immortal who also possessed the Divine Fire.

The Divine Fire possessed by that Human Immortal was the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

Mo Lin thanked Zhao Tian: "Brother, thank you."

"Don't mention it... we're brothers in the same group, taking care of each other, it's no big deal." Zhao Tian replied.

Afterward, Mo Lin turned his gaze to Fang Ying in the distance.

"Step aside, leave the rest to me."

Mo Lin said to Zhao Tian slowly.

"These people are formidable, are you going to confront them alone?"

Even though Mo Lin's Netherworld's Nether Fire was powerful, it was a Divine Fire.

But after all, without Godslaying, dealing with this group would be a bit strenuous.

Godslaying with Divine Fire and without Godslaying is completely different.

For example, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire of that Human Immortal.

That's a Godslaying Red Lotus Karmic Fire, with an especially terrifying power.

As for Mo Lin's Netherworld's Nether Fire, without Godslaying, it's also impressive, but not invincible.

Godslaying is akin to awakening.

It elevates Divine Fire to a higher level.

"Yes." Mo Lin nodded.

"Although the Netherworld's Nether Fire is powerful, it's unlikely to stop these people eighty percent of the time." Zhao Tian commented tactfully.

If being blunter, Mo Lin isn't a match for this group.

Mo Lin smiled and said again: "Just watch from the side."

Since Mo Lin said so, Zhao Tian didn't press further, retreating two steps to clear a path.

"Who sent you here?" Mo Lin asked the people before him.

The scene was silent, no one replied.

Zhao Tian pointed at Fang Ying in the distance and said: "He's the one who brought them."

Fang Ying stepped forward and said openly: "We're here to eliminate harm for the people, come to capture ghosts, what's wrong with that?"

This excuse was flawless, to say the least.

"Men from the Ghost-catching Celestial Master Mansion, coming to such a small place to catch ghosts? Who commanded you?"

Mo Lin pressed Fang Ying.

Along the way, Mo Lin became more troubled by his thoughts.

Beihai was actually just a small place.

There were countless places like Beihai.

Ghosts were also plentiful.

Why didn't Fang Ying go somewhere else to catch ghosts?

Why specifically come here?

This was the question that Mo Lin was most curious about.

"It's a task from above, instructing us to catch ghosts here."

Fang Ying retorted to Mo Lin: "Brother, what do you mean? As a human, are you planning to protect the ghosts in Beihai?"

Seeing Mo Lin remain silent, Fang Ying said again: "Have you betrayed humans to join ghosts? Collaborated with them?"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere changed noticeably.

Everyone present was a respectable Daoist Cultivator. They detested those who betrayed humans by joining or working with ghosts.

"Please leave, Beihai is my place." Mo Lin said unhurriedly to Fang Ying.

"Beihai is your place? What do you mean by that? Are you saying Beihai's ghosts are all yours?" Fang Ying questioned Mo Lin.

"Yes..." Mo Lin's voice wasn't loud.

But everyone present gasped in surprise.

Even Zhao Tian couldn't help taking a deep breath.

If Mo Lin wasn't bluffing, it would indeed be terrifying.

They had fought the ghosts in Beihai before.

There were at least two thousand ghosts inside.

Among them, there were a few hundred high-level ghosts.

It made sense for someone to own thousands of ghosts.

But for one person to possess over two thousand powerful ghosts, it seemed unrealistic.

The more powerful the ghost, the harder it is to tame; this is a known fact.

Mo Lin taming a couple of strong ghosts would still be acceptable.

How could he manage to tame over two thousand powerful ghosts?

Not even someone from the Ghost-Controlling Dao could accomplish that, right?

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