"Roar……"

"hiss……"

Just as Lu Lingxi Yao finished speaking, the already eerie environment became even more bizarre. Then, several blurry figures suddenly emerged from the depths of the ground.

These semi-transparent figures, like ghosts, swayed in the eerie wind, emitting chilling growls.

Their faces were blurry and distorted, with only vague human outlines discernible. They wore tattered gray cloth clothes, revealing their decaying bodies.

“It’s a ghost!” The phantom’s voice was low and solemn, tinged with a hint of wariness.

Lu Lingxi looked closely and saw that the eyes of these ghosts were hollow, flickering with eerie green flames, staring at them like hungry beasts.

Some of the deceased had missing limbs, broken arms and legs, and some even had only half a head left, revealing stark white bones and rotting flesh, making them appear even more terrifying and grotesque.

Their bodies were surrounded by a black mist, the power of death and resentment, emanating a nauseating stench.

"These low-level undead dare to come here to die!" Zhuque sneered disdainfully. She already loathed such sinister creatures, and now she was even more furious.

"Master, let me do it!" Huan Yue roared excitedly. He had long been unable to suppress his desire to fight, and now he finally had the chance.

"Everyone be careful, don't let your guard down."

Lu Lingxi reminded them that although these were only low-level undead, there were quite a few of them, and the environment of the Netherworld Continent was unfavorable to them, so it was best to be careful.

Just then, the ghosts let out sharp, piercing howls, trying to intimidate Lu Lingxi and the others. These howls contained a mental attack, and those with weak minds would probably be instantly intimidated and lose their fighting ability.

However, Lu Lingxi, Yao and the others were all battle-hardened and determined, so how could they be affected by such a mere howl?

"Roar!"

The spirits howled and lunged at the crowd with bared teeth and claws. Although they were not fast, their movements were elusive and difficult to catch.

Their primary attack method is tearing and biting with their sharp claws. Their razor-sharp nails, like steel knives, gleam with a cold, eerie light, attempting to devour the flesh and soul of the living.

Some of the dead souls will spew out black yin energy from their mouths. This yin energy has a corrosive effect and weakens spiritual power. If you are hit by it, you will not only be injured, but your spiritual power will also be affected.

"court death!"

Lu Lingxi's eyes sharpened, and the Flying Snow Sword was instantly drawn. The sword exuded a chilling aura. With a flick of her wrist, a sharp sword aura shot out, containing pure ice spiritual power. Wherever it passed, everything was instantly frozen.

"Crack!"

As the sword energy swept across, a ghost charging at the forefront was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture, then shattered into powder with a "bang".

"Ice Soul Slash!"

With a sharp cry, Lu Lingxi Yao moved like lightning, weaving through the horde of dead souls. The Flying Snow Sword in her hand transformed into streaks of icy light, reaping the lives of the dead.

"Zizi..."

She then channeled her spiritual power, and the fiery sword energy, carrying a scorching temperature, burned the souls of the dead, emitting a sizzling sound. The souls struggled painfully in the flames, eventually turning into ashes.

Zhuque was even more direct. She snorted disdainfully, her sexy figure brimming with power, and phoenix flames blazing around her. With a casual wave of her hand, several balls of flame flew out and accurately struck the dead souls.

"Wow!"

The Phoenix Fire possesses the ability to purify evil forces. The souls of the dead scream in agony within the flames, their cries filled with pain, and are instantly purified, leaving not a trace behind.

Huan Yue let out an excited low roar. The boy's figure was agile and swift, like a ghost shuttling through the horde of dead souls. Wind elements surged around him, turning into wind blades that cut through the bodies of the dead souls.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The wind blades pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound, cutting the bodies of the dead to pieces, which then dissipated into wisps of black mist.

"call!"

At the same time, Huan Yue spat out several fireballs, which, together with the wind blades, formed an attack of wind and fire. With the support of the wind blades, the fireballs became even more powerful, burning the dead souls until they were charred and emitting a foul smell.

The phantom flickered and disappeared into the shadows, as elusive as a ghost, blending seamlessly into its surroundings as if it had vanished.

"Shhhhh!"

Suddenly, countless vines sprouted from the ground, coiling around the bodies of the dead like pythons. These vines were as black as ink, covered with sharp barbs, and gleamed with a cold, eerie light.

"Pfft, pfft!"

The barbs on the vines pierced the bodies of the dead souls, who let out painful howls and struggled desperately, but could not break free from the vines' hold.

The phantom manipulated the vines, tightening them continuously, the barbs piercing deep into the bodies of the dead, absorbing their soul power. The bodies of the dead withered at a visible speed, eventually turning into empty shells and dissipating into the air.

The battle was brief and swift. Lu Lingxi, Zhuque, Huanyue, and Huanying worked together seamlessly, easily crushing these low-level undead.

Each of the four displayed their unique strengths, giving full play to their abilities, creating a stark contrast with the terrifying environment of the Netherworld Continent, which further highlighted their ease and skill.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Crack, click, click!"

"Zizzizi!"

"Pfft, pfft!"

The dead souls were powerless to fight back under their attacks, and were killed one by one, turning into wisps of black mist and dissipating.

In just a few minutes, dozens of low-level undead were all wiped out, and the surroundings returned to silence, with only a faint smell of burning in the air and some debris on the ground.

"These low-level undead are nothing special."

Zhuque casually dusted off her sleeves, as if the battle just now was not even a warm-up for her. The phoenix fire swirling around her was particularly dazzling in this gloomy Netherworld Continent, and it also dispelled the surrounding chill.

"This cannot be taken lightly."

Lu Lingxi Yao cautiously looked around. Although she had defeated these low-level undead, she did not let her guard down at all.

The dangers of the Netherworld Continent are not limited to these low-level undead. She could sense an unsettling aura permeating the air, as if some more powerful being was lurking in the shadows, watching them.

"Master, what should we do with the corpses of these wandering souls?"

Huan Yue pointed to the mangled corpses on the ground and asked, "These bodies, though lifeless, still exude a nauseating stench that makes one feel uncomfortable."

“No need to pay attention to it.” Lu Lingxi shook her head and explained, “The Yin energy in the Netherworld Continent is extremely heavy. These corpses will soon be corroded by the Yin energy and turn into nothingness, eventually returning to this land. We should leave here as soon as possible and look for clues about the Ghost Eye Flower.”

“Master is right, the atmosphere here makes me very uncomfortable. Let’s hurry up and leave,” Zhuque urged, frowning.

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