Ying Xiu's face was like still water, his eyes revealing an insight not easily read by others. Su Jing's indifferent words had completely ground away Ghost's will to live. The black blood that Ghost spat out was not blood at all, but the essence of his Yin Core accumulated over three thousand years.
His light had burnt to its end.
He had traveled thousands of miles from the Central Netherworld You Dynasty to this place, all for this Thrice Resentful Ghost body of three thousand years.
Yet now, his efforts had come to naught.
More frustrating and disheartening was the fact that not only had Ghost failed to achieve his goal, but even Hongying had unexpectedly developed a sense of betrayal.
The Central Netherworld was orderly—any Heroic Spirit turned ghost could not defy the Spirit Lord's curse.
