Mo Lin was at a loss for words.

He had come to seize the Yin Divine Position, not to send himself to death.

Why was he encountering all enemies?

Running was not an option; he had to fight.

The two of the Five Ghosts in front of him didn't speak, but they reached an agreement with each other: kill Mo Lin first, then fight for the Yin Divine Position.

Mo Lin now faced seven enemies alone.

Including five Ghost Kings.

The pressure was self-evident.

"Mo Lin, today you will surely die." Qing San scoffed, summoning his Contract Ghost.

Six ghosts appeared behind him.

These ghosts were nurtured with Qing San's utmost effort.

The six ghosts were all above the Cave Master Level.

Then, the fifth elder of the Evil Cultivation Group also took action, summoning six ghosts just like Qing San did.

These six ghosts were also above the Cave Master Level.

These two were at the pinnacle of the Ghost-Controlling Dao.

Six ghosts represented their strength and realm.

Qing San waved his hand, and three ghosts behind him abruptly increased in aura, directly breaking through to the Domain Master Realm.

This move was from the True Martial Emperor's Ghost-Controlling Chapter, which Zhen Lingling had taught him.

However, Zhen Lingling had not taught Qing San the complete Ghost-Controlling Chapter.

This prevented him from letting more than three ghosts transcend realms.

But that was enough.

Qing San's six ghosts charged at Mo Lin head-on.

Mo Lin raised his hand, using the Netherworld's Nether Fire to resist.

The Netherworld's Nether Fire formed a wall in front of Mo Lin to fend off the attack.

The next moment, a ghost from the Ghost Realm took out a black-and-white worm; the worm opened its mouth wide, spewing out a massive suction force that neutralized Mo Lin's Netherworld's Nether Fire.

Seeing this, Qing San's smile grew more intense.

Without the Netherworld's Nether Fire, Mo Lin was like a bird without wings, destined to die.

Mo Lin joined his forefinger and thumb, gathering Five-Colored Wishing Power.

Qing San noticed this move, showing a hint of surprise.

"Wish Power Magnet?"

"No wonder you're so confident, turns out you've mastered this move."

"Though this move is strong, it is not enough to let you leave here alive."

Qing San knew Mo Lin's move was powerful; if it were a solo fight against Mo Lin, he would fear him somewhat.

But right now, it wasn't just him; in the distance, there was also an evil cultivation master, as well as five Ghost Kings.

Unless Mo Lin's move could kill everyone instantly, Mo Lin would surely die.

The Five-Colored Wishing Power in Mo Lin's hand shot out directly, covering the ghosts charging from the front.

One ghost couldn't avoid it in time, was directly hit by the Five-Colored Principle, and then annihilated.

Qing San lost a ghost, but he wasn't upset; as long as Mo Lin was killed and his Netherworld's Nether Fire seized, it wouldn't be a loss.

The remaining ghosts were already less than a meter away from Mo Lin.

Mo Lin calmly backed away, then asked the Ghost Mother, "Is it ready?"

The Ghost Mother pointed at the Summoning Ghost Array drawn on the ground, then answered Mo Lin, "Ready."

Mo Lin then displayed a sinister smile and coldly addressed Qing San and the others ahead.

"You are surrounded by me, no one will leave here alive."

Qing San shook his head upon hearing Mo Lin's mad words, "Scared silly?"

Mo Lin, alone, surrounding them?

Who in their right mind would say something so brainless?

The nearby evil cultivator Zhang Fan also found Mo Lin's words baffling.

But in the next moment, the smiles on Zhang Fan and Qing San's faces disappeared.

They were replaced by shock and bewilderment.

A black ghostly aura surged out from behind Mo Lin.

Like a black waterfall, the ghostly aura hung upside down from the sky.

Chen Xi!

Bing Yu!

Chu Xing.

Hong Ye!

Zhong Yangshu!

Wu Yang!

These familiar faces appeared once again.

Throughout Mo Lin's journey, they were always by his side.

As Mo Lin grew stronger, so did they.

Especially Chen Xi, whom Mo Lin once commented had limited prospects.

She could only reach the Disaster Level at highest.

But Chen Xi broke through the shackles, surpassing the Disaster Level to reach the Cave Master Level, and her strength was still rising.

After Chen Xi appeared, she rushed forward.

Facing five Ghost Kings, she showed no fear.

The Ghost Kings' oppressive feeling seemed non-existent before her.

Chen Xi raised her hand, bright red ghost fire appeared, accompanying her.

As long as Mo Lin gave the word, she would charge forward and fight these Ghost Kings.

Undeterred by life or death.

Soon after, Bing Yu also appeared, whom Mo Lin once valued the most.

She did not disappoint Mo Lin either.

Once Bing Yu appeared, she waved her hand, setting up the formation within a few breaths.

Fifteen hundred ghosts appeared, remaining calm, and quickly organized under Bing Yu's arrangement.

Among them, five hundred ghosts surrounded the perimeter, not attacking, just guarding against outside interference.

The remaining ghosts formed groups, with seven hundred holding back the five Ghost Kings.

The remaining three hundred ghosts surrounded Qing San and Zhang Fan.

Like Chen Xi's performance, Hong Ye also rushed forward and directly faced the Ghost Kings.

With such an outstanding display, Chu Xing was unwilling to be just the supportive character.

Chu Xing also charged forward, standing directly against the Ghost Kings, without yielding.

Though he might not be powerful as the Ghost Kings by realm, his aura was in no way inferior to theirs.

Out of fifteen hundred ghosts, not one was low-level.

Upon seeing these ghosts, the superiority on Ghost-Controlling Dao's assistant captain Qing San's face vanished completely.

These ghosts, most of them were Disaster Level.

What concept is more than a thousand Disaster Level ghosts?

Even the Ghost-Controlling Dao lineage of the former Celestial Sect couldn't compare.

More absurdly, hundreds were at the Cave Master Level.

Chen Xi and Chu Xing, in particular, stood out more prominently.

Frighteningly, those ghosts at the forefront were very sentient.

Compared to Mo Lin's ghosts, Qing San's seemed a bit dull.

Qing San had heard Mo Lin practiced Ghost-Controlling Dao.

But seeing Mo Lin summon so many ghosts, he was astounded.

Which Ghost-Controlling Dao could summon so many ghosts?

Qing San, considered quite formidable in the Ghost-Controlling Dao, possessed only six ghosts.

Mo Lin waved his hand and summoned fifteen hundred ghosts.

How could Mo Lin summon so many ghosts?

This fact shattered Qing San's understanding.

Utterly absurd.

The nearby evil cultivator Zhang Fan was also helpless, never having heard of any Ghost-Controlling Dao practitioner summoning over a thousand ghosts.

A joke?

If it were just the numbers, one might brush it off.

But the key was that each of the ghosts Mo Lin summoned was mightier than the last.

Take the ghost at the front enveloped in bright red flames, for instance, this ghost not only had sentience but also a sense of self-cultivation.

Isn't this absurd?

As long as this ghost doesn't die, it would undoubtedly become a super formidable being in the future.

There were dozens of ghosts similar to this one.

Couldn't win... couldn't possibly win.

From the moment Mo Lin summoned so many ghosts, Zhang Fan realized he couldn't defeat Mo Lin.

Following Mo Lin's summons here, their aura actually kept rising.

As if absorbing the surrounding ghost qi.

Like beings chronically famished, and now madly feasting here.

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