Chapter 15: Fierce Battle

Chapter 15: Fierce Battle

“I really didn’t expect that, that night I clearly saw your soul scattered, yet you, brat, didn’t die?” The black mist trembled, emitting a sinister voice.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng was shocked. Could it be that the original host was not scared to death? Moreover, something sounded off in the mist’s words. Wasn’t the original host just unlucky to encounter a demonic evil spirit while wandering in Jinyang City? Why did the entity still remember him? After pondering for a moment, Qin Feng thought of a possibility—

Unless the demonic evil spirit absorbed the souls of the others to divert attention, and its true goal was himself!

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Oh? Why do you think so?”

“Because you remember me. That night, you absorbed the souls of many people. If it was just to satisfy your appetite, there’s no reason you would remember my face specifically.”

“Perhaps it’s just because you have a good-looking face, so I remembered you? After all, when I was alive, I detested people like you, those pretty boys.”

“Thanks for the compliment.”The roots of this story extend from novell bìn origin.

The black mist trembled, and Cang Feilan couldn’t help but glance sideways.

Qin Feng cleared his throat and continued, “You’ve endured for so many days without showing up. It doesn’t make sense for you to suddenly appear during the day. Even if you were eager to consume souls, you should have chosen an ordinary household that never leaves, not come after me, who is protected by a seventh-rank Hundred Ghosts Daoist. So, I’m sure your target is me. And because of some reason, you had to take the risk and attack me in broad daylight!”

The black mist fell silent. After a moment, it spoke again, “You’re clever. Indeed, my target is you. Someone has promised me an ample supply of souls if I successfully kill you, helping me advance to a higher realm. I also know that you’re trying to trick me with your words and stall for time, hoping that the personnel from the Demon Slayer Department will find this place. But let me tell you some regrettable news: just moments ago, Si Zheng and the people from the Demon Slayer Department were deceived by my clone. The two of you are doomed to die here today.”

As soon as it finished speaking, Qin Feng saw a surge of black energy rushing toward him. Just when he was bewildered and didn’t know what to do, Cang Feilan swiftly took off the soul-stabilizing furnace hanging from her waist. She stepped forward, blocking the oncoming black mist.

“Thank you, Miss Cang, for saving me. I have nothing to offer in return, but I’m willing to give you my life in exchange.”

“Shut up!”

“Okay.”

“No, this can’t be possible! How can you, a practitioner of the Hundred Ghosts Daoist, possess such skills?” The black mist panicked; its tone was no longer as confident as before.

However, Cang Feilan didn’t seem to have any intention of wasting words in the battle. She exerted force with her right leg, concealed under her dark pants. In the blink of an eye, she reappeared above the black mist’s head. The dagger in her hand emitted a chilling light.

The hand rose, the dagger fell, and a silver light flashed—the black mist was instantly split in half.

“Good!” Qin Feng couldn’t help but shout in excitement. But Cang Feilan’s body remained as tense as a stretched bowstring, showing no signs of relaxation. She quickly scanned her surroundings, as if searching for some trace.

“Aha,” a sinister whisper made Qin Feng’s heart leap into his throat again. The demonic evil spirit wasn’t dead?!

A sense of horror swept over him. Qin Feng felt his pupils contract, his body hair standing on end. He felt as if something was happening. Slowly, he lowered his head to look down.

In the reflection, a face had grown on the featureless spot, a terrifying grin with sharp teeth. Accompanied by a piercing scream, the shadow extended its hands, its nails as sharp as blades, clearly capable of easily piercing through a human body!

The claws extended rapidly. Qin Feng widened his eyes, only able to watch as those sharp nails grew larger and larger in his pupils.

Am I going to die like this?

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the familiar figure appeared before him once again. It might have been an illusion, but the tips of her jet-black hair seemed to have a hint of silver that hadn’t completely faded away.

How could she be this fast?

A delicate jade arm touched his chest, followed by a strong force pushing him away. The ghostly claws, which were supposed to pierce his skull, instead cut Cang Feilan’s right arm.

“Miss Cang!” Qin Feng shouted in panic.

“Don’t come over!” Cang Feilan coldly shouted, and Qin Feng quickly stopped his movements.

In front of them, the space quivered, and the black mist, which should have been split in half, reappeared once again.