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Chapter 312: Torturing the Ghost Hunter (30)

If you look closely, you can find that the golden threads are actually composed of countless tiny Sanskrit characters.

These Sanskrit characters seemed to contain some kind of mysterious power, making the corrosive effect of the black lines completely ineffective.

At this moment, the sarcoma suddenly seemed to sense a huge threat and began to shrink violently.

The strange eyeball trapped inside, under tremendous pressure, actually squeezed out three pupils and stared at Feng Yu and Jiang Yan.

The tortoise shell pattern on the ground suddenly split open like torn paper, forming a bottomless abyss.

In the abyss, the yin energy was like a huge vortex, spinning madly and tearing into two halves.

The vortex of Yin energy above was like a ferocious beast, opening its bloody mouth and biting the totem on Feng Yu's body tightly.

The totem wailed in pain as the Yin energy tore at it, as if it could be torn into pieces at any time.

The vortex of Yin energy below was like a ferocious poisonous snake, quickly wrapping around the bound Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan's body was shaking violently under the stranglehold of Yin Qi. His face turned pale and cold sweat covered his forehead.

Feng Yu groaned, and blood began to seep out of his seven orifices, flowing down his cheeks.

The skin on his back also cracked inch by inch under the erosion of the Yin energy, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

However, despite the great pain his body was suffering, Feng Yu gritted his teeth and refused to let go of the golden thread in his hand.

He inserted more golden threads into Jiang Yan's heart, as if he wanted to inject his own vitality into Jiang Yan's body.

In this fierce spiritual battle, Feng Yu's consciousness gradually became blurred.

But just when he was about to lose consciousness, he suddenly saw a dark shadow lurking at Jiang Yan's spiritual platform.

The black shadow was made up of countless screaming faces, which were distorted and full of pain and fear.

In the center of the black shadow, there was a floating bronze bell, engraved with ancient and mysterious runes.

"Got you!"

A surge of ecstasy surged in Feng Yu's heart. He used up his last bit of strength to condense the golden thread into a sharp cone and pierced it straight into Jiang Yan's heart.

With a crisp cracking sound, Jiang Yan's heart was pierced. As his flesh and blood rolled around, the bronze bell engraved with the word "sacrifice" was pulled out.

Feng Yu gripped the bell tightly, ready to crush it.

However, just as he was about to exert his strength, a calm female voice suddenly sounded in his ears——

"Can't break!"

The person who spoke was a woman with an exceptionally gentle appearance. Her every frown and smile seemed to carry the soft charm of the Jiangnan water town, which made people feel pity and love for her.

However, in sharp contrast to her gentle appearance is the sharp blade in her hand that shines with cold light and her movements that are as swift as a storm.

The woman raised her knife and cut off a tentacle of Yin Qi in an instant. The tentacle twisted and struggled in the air, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The woman's steps were light and quick as she quickly approached the two men, as if the thick yin energy around her and the golden thread of Feng Yu had no effect on her at all.

When she walked in front of Feng Yu, she reached out her hand without hesitation and grasped the bronze bell.

Surprisingly, facing the woman's actions, Feng Yu had no intention of resisting at all, and just let the woman take the bell from his hand.