Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 487 - 485: The Fall of Yang Wu

"Who dares not fight desperately?"

Anyone who doesn’t fight desperately will die.

Everyone is now on the same line; there’s no room for holding back.

All available means must be used.

This is a matter of life and death; who would be foolish enough to intentionally hide their strength?

That’s undoubtedly a suicidal behavior.

If even one person dies, their combat strength will greatly diminish, and everyone might perish here.

So, no one dares to hold back.

There’s no situation where people let others act while conserving their own strength.

If they win, everyone feels relieved.

If they lose, everyone dies.

So, no one dares to be careless.

With the help of Jia Li and others, Mo Lin felt much more at ease.

The pressure sharply reduced.

With the Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Technique, Mo Lin fully unleashed the power of this move.

Each punch Mo Lin throws carries terrifying destructive force.

Yang Wu originally borrowed techniques for his spell; at this moment, his demeanor seems a bit defeated.

Yang Wu slowly raised his hand, and all the raindrops in the air gathered together, forming a massive vortex.

The vortex spun in the air, with long swords condensed from water slashing outward from the vortex.

Jia Li and others raised their hands to block with Immortal Qi.

Facing the falling long swords, Mo Lin swung his arm, directly striking the descending long sword and blocking it.

Yang Wu himself was covered with armor formed from condensed water.

His right hand made a motion of drawing a bow and shooting an arrow, and then an arrow condensed in his hand, shooting towards Mo Lin.

Mo Lin’s massive body swung his arms in the air, each movement causing the ground to tremble.

Mo Lin swung his fist, fiercely attacking.

"Boom boom boom..."

A series of explosions sounded, shaking Mo Lin, causing him to stagger back a few steps, and his fist felt sore from the impact.

As Mo Lin prepared to act again.

He realized that Yang Wu’s body had suddenly become motionless from afar.

Previously fierce in battle, he suddenly ceased to move.

Following that, Yang Wu’s body fell straight to the ground.

Yang Wu’s face was covered with wrinkles, like an old man.

After all, he only borrowed techniques.

He died from life overextension.

Not that he died unfairly.

If he hadn’t used borrowed techniques, he wouldn’t have been able to fight evenly against Mo Lin.

According to Yang Wu’s original plan, he intended to join forces with the Gen Family to deal with Mo Lin.

He didn’t expect to encounter Mo Lin here.

Yang Wu died.

Mo Lin also withdrew his Immortal Qi.

His body returned to its original state.

Jia Li and several other Immortal Cultivators came to Mo Lin’s side.

"Senior Brother Mo Lin..."

"Senior Brother Mo Lin is formidable."

Several people greeted Mo Lin.

Mo Lin, of course, understood these people’s intentions.

Then he approached Jia Li and took out ten Spirit Pills from his pocket, handing one each to Jia Li and the others.

"This is what you deserve."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Mo," Jia Li thanked Mo Lin.

Receiving the Spirit Pills, their mood improved significantly.

After distributing eight Spirit Pills, Mo Lin still had two left.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and the Netherworld’s Nether Fire appeared, landing on Yang Wu’s body.

Yang Wu’s body was immediately ignited by the flames.

Mo Lin watched from the side.

Once Yang Wu’s body was burned to ashes and blown away by the wind, Mo Lin was finally at ease.

Burning the body after killing is Mo Lin’s regular practice.

Jia Li stared at Mo Lin in surprise, his expression strange, "Mo, the person is already dead, don’t be like this, right?"

He didn’t quite understand Mo Lin’s actions.

"You’ve experienced less, you don’t understand," Mo Lin said, not explaining much, dismissing Jia Li with a simple statement.

Jia Li didn’t ask further.

Mo Lin sat on the nearby steps to rest.

Jia Li also didn’t leave; he just followed Mo Lin.

Suddenly, Mo Lin felt as if something blocked the light. He slowly raised his head and saw a figure standing in front of him.

"Do you know Zhao Tian?" Wan Foli stood before Mo Lin, asking him.

Mo Lin’s pupils shrank suddenly, revealing a hint of killing intent deep in his eyes.

Zhao Tian was Mo Lin’s good friend.

The two had once visited the Yellow Springs Realm together, even learning the Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Technique there.

That period was memorable for Mo Lin; the two would talk about anything,

"Don’t look at me like that. Do you want to meet him?" Wan Foli asked Mo Lin.

Suddenly a stranger appeared, asking Mo Lin if he wanted to meet Zhao Tian.

Clearly, something was off.

Mo Lin didn’t know what Wan Foli was thinking.

"No."

Mo Lin didn’t know if meeting Zhao Tian would bring trouble or have other drawbacks.

So Mo Lin chose not to meet Zhao Tian.

"He’s in a bit of trouble now; are you sure you don’t want to see him?"

Wan Foli thought about it, then said in a low voice, "You two are good friends, right?

Good friends encountering danger shouldn’t you help him?"

The words were true, but Wan Foli’s remarks made Mo Lin feel uneasy.

Mo Lin didn’t know Wan Foli; would the other party really be so kind?

It felt uneasy, inexplicable.

Moreover, Wan Foli clearly knew Zhao Tian.

"We have no enmity; I won’t harm you.

You wouldn’t really watch Zhao Tian suffer alone, would you?" Wan Foli kept saying to persuade Mo Lin to see Zhao Tian.

Mo Lin thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I’ll go with you to see him."

Mo Lin wasn’t foolish; he also sensed something suspicious.

Yet the matter concerned Zhao Tian, and Mo Lin didn’t want to gamble.

He couldn’t afford to lose.

Wan Foli smiled, "Alright, let’s go."

Jia Li tugged at Mo Lin’s hand; although he didn’t say it outright, the hint was clear: reminding Mo Lin not to go.

"Zhao Tian is my good friend; I have to go." Mo Lin seriously explained to Jia Li.

Aware of the lurking danger, but still determined to face it.

Jia Li froze for a moment; at that instant, he suddenly thought of how remarkable the person before him seemed.

"Be careful," Jia Li seriously advised Mo Lin.

"Alright." Mo Lin nodded, then left with Wan Foli.

"Your friend Zhao Tian is quite impressive; during Seasonal Coins, he received a Copper Coin by himself."

Wan Foli smiled, "A Copper Coin... I’m so envious.

Even I didn’t get any."

Mo Lin remained silent, merely listening quietly to Wan Foli’s story.

As for what Wan Foli mentioned about Seasonal Coins, Mo Lin didn’t know what it entailed.

It just seemed like something of considerable significance.

Wan Foli wasn’t explicit either.

...

Mo Lin followed Wan Foli into Dragon City.

Along the way, Mo Lin and Wan Foli didn’t communicate much.

Wan Foli had a dozen attendants around him, attending his needs.

Living the life of a young master, undoubtedly.

Mo Lin was used to being alone.

"Do you see this city? This is my home."

Wan Foli pointed at the entire Dragon City, speaking to Mo Lin.

The entire Dragon City was his family, showing how deep Wan Foli’s family background was.

"Li Yue, take the people to rest." Wan Foli called out to the distance.

A woman in black approached, leading Mo Lin into a room. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

After Mo Lin entered the room, he heard the sound of the door being locked from outside.

Mo Lin was locked inside.

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