Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2448 - 2446: Suffering Heavy Injuries

Hundreds of green lights emitted from the Scarecrow’s head, instantly piercing into the souls of those in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, as well as Horse-Face, and the Day and Night Wanderer Spirits. Instantly, these souls were linked together, the very technique used against Horse-Face before, but now combined with the other two Witch Clan Sacred Items, the power of this strike was nearly fifty percent stronger.

Slash!

Ethan Smith wielded the Evil Eye and directly severed the Scarecrow’s neck in the Void.

Crack!

The Scarecrow let out a mind-twisting scream, and immediately the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Icebound Myriad Miles, and all Scarecrows in the Void vanished without a trace.

Ethan spat out a mouthful of blood, and the divine soul that separated to absorb the Power of Witch Race’s Heavenly Path was also retracted back.

Meanwhile, Horse-Face and the Day and Night Wanderer Spirits were also severely wounded, retreating frantically, not even bothering to care for Ox-Head lying on the ground.

None of them had expected that even with all three of them launching full-force attacks, they still failed in the hands of this living being before them.

It should be known that just the Day and Night Wanderer Spirits together could easily capture a being of the Fourth Layer of Crossing Tribulation!

Ethan’s face was pale, Icebound Myriad Miles had caused innumerable wounds to the origin of his soul, although not severe.

But these wounds were internal injuries to the soul’s origin and not so easy to recover from, showcasing the fearsome nature of Horse-Face’s technique.

The hundreds of Evil Ghosts summoned by the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, their ferocious roar crashed onto Ethan’s soul like wild beasts.

The immense force not only exhausted a lot of his divine soul power but also further injured the source of his soul.

Although he relied on the three great Witch Clan Sacred Items to defeat the four, he himself did not escape unscathed.

Boom!

The Yellow Springs Markings rose, and a mass of thought power was violently drawn away.

Even though Ethan tried to stop it, at this moment he could only block half of the thought power from departing.

"So, can you feel the fascinating aspects of the Ghost World now? Actually, many living beings have naive thoughts like yours, trying to enter the Ghost World in various ways, but ultimately they lose themselves and become part of the Ghost World. Even the six Ghost Messengers you saw were like this, and even the Ten Yama Kings, the masked woman seemed to have crossed over from other planes."

The youth, at a distance of a thousand meters from Ethan, seemed unsurprised.

Ethan remained silent, indeed feeling that he had lost some profound memories, and that feeling was quite distressing.

"Or you can choose to become the next Ox-Head, perhaps even a Yama King, which wouldn’t be bad. Abandoning oneself to become the strongest living being, there’s a loss and a gain in that too. If you still remember what you are supposed to do, I’m not lying to you, what you’re seeking is at the end of this path."

The youth laughed somewhat maniacally.

Ethan continued forward, at this moment the backlash of the Witch Race was slowly seeping into his soul through the Ghost Sword, nourishing his injured soul.

But these forces were still not enough, the living beings within ten kilometers around Ethan were instantly absorbed into his body, becoming the purest energy under the crushing force of the Northern Underworld Devil Skill.

Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Divine Soul Ice of the Myriad Miles, Soul Pulling Technique, Soul Nightmare Heart Skill. Including the Ghost Messenger Token acquired just now.

Recalling these techniques in his soul after entering the Ghost World, the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams suddenly unfolded in his divine sense.

Five Great Emperors slowly lifted their palms, then placed them on him, accelerating the power of evolution a hundredfold. novelbuddy.cσ๓

Ethan once again separated a source soul, quietly standing above the Heavenly Sea of Ghost Path.

With the token’s assistance, he could easily sense the location of this vast sea, arriving there in the blink of an eye.

The second Yellow Eye suddenly expanded, with countless pieces of information surging into his Sea of Knowledge.

He strode slowly as if walking through fields.

His current power, relying on the Evil Eye, could at most kill a being of the Fourth Layer of Crossing Tribulation.

Of course, he paid a huge price, the injured source isn’t something that can recover in a short time, his current strength could likely only contend with beings of the middle strength of the Fourth Layer.

If faced again with a combination like Ox-Head and Horse-Face, he likely wouldn’t be their match now.

At such a time, he needed to find ways to comprehend the Heavenly Path Sea of the Ghost Race, and only by understanding some of the power of rules could he go further.

A sword technique slowly took shape, with countless deduction powers flowing into the sword technique, gradually perfecting this rough framework.

Far ahead of him, a tall, handsome, and elegant human spirit stood blocking a Ghost Tribe army.

This was a troop above True Saints, numbering around ten thousand, with the leading Ghost Race general being a Crossing Tribulation cultivation Ghost Race being.

The entire troop emitted a suffocating bloody aura, the elite of the elite in the Ghost World.

When the army charged, a hundred beings could defeat one hundred and fifty rogue cultivators.

Therefore, it’s more difficult to defeat a well-trained army than to defeat rogue cultivators.

"Kill!"

Seeing the being ahead showing no sign of making way, the Ghost Race general waved the long halberd in his hand.

Immediately, the army charged towards the obstructing spirit.

Boom!

He gently raised his hand, the simplest of moves surging in his hand.

With one push of the palm, the several hundred charging True Saint ghost generals in front were all turned to dust.

In less than half a day, this army was completely annihilated.

Though he was now covered in blood, his body kept moving, reaching another Ghost Tribe army.

"Since you came to the Ghost World, you have annihilated nearly three hundred thousand Ghost Tribe armies, but it’s useless, as long as the Ghost World exists, there will be nearly a million living beings replenished every moment."

Behind him, a living being in the form of a small Buddha stood quietly, a human about the size of a six-year-old boy stood on the ground with bare feet.

He emanated an extremely evil power, completely devoid of the benevolent appearance of an ordinary Buddha.

Yet, far from him, there was a peak Fourth Layer of Crossing Tribulation Ghost Tribe being, currently whimpering, his body kneeling tightly on the ground, fearful of drawing the small Buddha’s attention.

Fear from the depths of the soul, making the powerful Crossing Tribulation being tremble in terror.

In another half day of effort, nearly over ten thousand Ghost Tribe armies were again destroyed by his hand.

He looked determined, appearing as if he ruled this world, completely unlike other beings who were struggling and confused.

"Ken Middleton, I’m very curious, why did I disperse your thought power, yet you still retain such instincts, can you still remember your past?"

The small Buddha followed behind him, seemingly puzzled.

"It’s a reminder deep in my soul, this place makes me uncomfortable, they seem to harm what I care about. My cultivation path is all guided by my thoughts, it seems that after the thought power you mentioned left, my cultivation speed has increased."