Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department

What kind of storm can a Yin Department create?

"You, a mere Yin Department, could you possibly destroy my Ghost City?" the Ghost King taunted Mo Lin.

"It's not impossible."

Mo Lin stared directly at the Ghost King with cold eyes.

"Oh, oh, oh...it's not impossible... hey... are you just putting on a show?"

The Ghost King pointed at Qing San beside him and addressed Mo Lin.

"You should know him, right? Qing San, he's your friend.

He's also like you, a Yin Department... isn't he also relying on us in the Ghost Realm?

Surviving in our Ghost Realm, if I tell him to go east, he wouldn't dare go west, and if I tell him to kneel, he'd definitely not stand.

That's the kind of Yin Department you have in Yedou, without a shred of backbone."

Qing San stood by, without refuting, he even smiled.

It was a very forced smile...

Indeed... the Ghost King wasn't wrong at all.

He's just a useless piece of trash... lingering on in the Ghost Realm.

Like a dog... no, even worse than a dog...

The Ghost King completely stripped Qing San of his last bit of dignity.

"And so? What do you want to express?"

Mock Qing San?

Or do you want to express something else?

Seeing Mo Lin not flaring up, the Ghost King was a bit surprised.

"Qing San is a traitor from your Yedou, aren't you angry? Don't you want to kill him for revenge?"

"Right now, I only want to destroy your Ghost Realm." This was Mo Lin's true thought.

To say he wasn't angry would be a lie.

The moment Mo Lin saw Qing San, there was no telling how angry he was.

That surge of anger, wishing to kill Qing San a hundred times over.

Qing San's previous words moved Mo Lin greatly!

He said... he just wanted to survive... he wasn't the Ghost chosen by Yedou, and he wasn't as strong as Mo Lin.

Mo Lin understood then.

There are differences between people, and there are differences between Ghosts as well.

Mo Lin could stand here because he was chosen by Yedou, and because he was also a disciple of Zhong Kui, holding the Yellow Springs Book.

What about Qing San?

He's just an insignificant Yin Department, not even the strongest among many Yin Departments.

Facing the entire Ghost Realm, he couldn't do anything.

Mo Lin understood Qing San, but he didn't intend to forgive him.

Understanding and forgiveness are two separate matters.

The Ghost King initially wanted to use Qing San's situation to anger Mo Lin, yet unexpectedly, Mo Lin remained so calm.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and the Netherworld's Nether Fire appeared behind him.

The pitch-black flames emitted a scorching heat.

Some lower-level Little Ghosts around retreated backward at the sight of these flames.

"Come out!" The Ghost King shouted towards the Ghost City behind him.

"Heh heh heh..." A piercing laughter echoed.

From afar, a dark mass approached, a group of Ghosts surged forth.

Among these Ghosts, most were Disaster Level, with more than twenty at Cave Master Level.

Even Mo Lin, at this moment, felt an oppressive force.

The Ghost King waved his hand, and the group of Ghosts beside him charged fiercely at Mo Lin.

Ji Xu didn't make a move, hiding behind Mo Lin.

His target was the Ghost King, and he only had one chance to strike.

He couldn't act until he found the right opportunity.

Mo Lin raised his hand, the Netherworld's Nether Fire formed a wall of fire, blocking directly in front of him.

The Ghosts around seemed unafraid of death, rushing at the Netherworld's Nether Fire one after another.

It was as if Mo Lin was being ambushed by a swarm.

The Ghost King from afar did not hastily make a move; he chose to first exhaust Mo Lin.

Admittedly, the Ghost King was rather clever.

Without understanding the extent of Mo Lin's abilities, he first adopted the simplest approach to drain Mo Lin's strength.

Mo Lin's Netherworld's Nether Fire was strong, but it couldn't withstand such consumption for long.

"Lord Mo Lin, perhaps we should leave first?" Ji Xu tentatively suggested to Mo Lin.

Here was the Ghost City, the domain of the Ghost King.

Thousands of Ghosts were besieging them; forget dealing with the Ghost King, even approaching him was difficult.

Mo Lin ignored Ji Xu's words.

"More Ghosts?

A gang fight?

Bring it on, who's afraid of whom?" Mo Lin snorted coldly.

"Chen Xi!"

"Chu Xing!"

"Hong Ye!"

"Bing Yu!"

"Wu Yang!"

"Zhong Yangshu!"

"Zhong Hongfei!"

With every call of Mo Lin, a Ghost materialized beside him.

"Insult my Lord? Courting death!" Chen Xi scolded, raising his right hand as the bright red Ghost Fire erupted, surrounding his body.

In the next moment, Chen Xi rushed forth like a fireball.

"Relying on numbers to bully?" Chu Xing snorted coldly, using Ghost Skill, the pitch-black Ghost Qi surged forward.

Seeing everyone showcasing their skills, Bing Yu was not to be outdone, raising her palm as a blast of cold air emitted, directly freezing the Ghosts in front.

Battle commenced at the trigger of a hair.

The Ghosts summoned by Mo Lin were displaying extreme ferocity.

Like ferocious beasts, they carried an invincible demeanor.

They were all at the Cave Master Level, and exceptionally formidable at that.

Ji Xu was astonished, mouth agape—so many Ghosts?

Isn't Mo Lin a Red Dust Immortal?

Why is he using the Ghost-Controlling Dao?

If it was purely Ghost-Controlling Dao, Ji Xu wouldn't be so surprised.

But for Mo Lin to summon so many Ghosts was truly impressive.

Even the captain of the Ghost-Controlling Dao from the Celestial Sect couldn't summon this many Ghosts, could they?

Each Ghost being so powerful, how much resource was needed?

Ji Xu couldn't even begin to imagine.

Mo Lin's astounding prowess was reminiscent of the progenitor of Ghost-Controlling Dao seven years ago.

Yes... Mo Lin seemed like the reincarnation of the Ghost-Controlling Dao progenitor.

His ability to summon Ghosts without limit was just like that progenitor.

Ji Xu, at this moment, was entirely impressed by Mo Lin's strength.

Thinking about how his organization was scheming to seize the Netherworld's Nether Fire from Mo Lin... this act was akin to inviting death.

But... none of this had anything to do with him.

Ji Xu's eyes, filled with despair, once again burned with hope.

So strong... terrifyingly strong.

This feeling was just like those who survived from Jiangzhou seven years ago.

Terrifyingly strong.

No one in the Ghost-Controlling Dao could compare to Mo Lin.

Chen Xi and the others were fiercely aggressive, forcing the Ghosts of the Ghost Realm to retreat repeatedly.

The Ghost King watched but didn't act.

He just wanted to see how many tricks Mo Lin had.

Moreover, the Ghost King discovered something interesting.

Mo Lin is a living person.

How does a living person survive in the Underworld?

This, he could not fathom, completely incomprehensible.

The Ghosts around Mo Lin were clearly cultivated post-acquisition and were particularly powerful.

Admittedly, Mo Lin was somewhat formidable.

From afar, Qing San stared blankly at Mo Lin.

Very strong... frighteningly strong.

Perhaps Mo Lin could rescue those few!

At this moment, Qing San saw hope in Mo Lin!

The surrounding Ghosts were engaged in battle.

The Ghost King and Mo Lin were at the very center, the two facing each other.

Mo Lin did not become complacent because Chen Xi and the others held the upper hand.

On the contrary, Mo Lin remained vigilant.

This was a Ghost City, and the Ghost King certainly had other tricks.

The Ghost King raised his hand, surging Ghost Qi pouring out. Behind him, it approached like a rushing river.

This was the Ghost King's true power.

The Ghost King was prepared to act personally.