This plan is interlinked, and quite perfect, but a fly in the ointment has sneaked in—cough cough, it’s the admirable and mighty Ye Bai. As a result, this perfect closed loop now has a slight flaw. With his Eye of Insight and Unforgettable talent, Ye Bai easily discovered the flaw in the Ancestral House Sacrificial Spirit. The speed of the Resentful Willow and the Deathly Elm began to slow down. Slowing down more and more. Each recovery drains the energy of the sacrificial spirit. Each time makes the body of the sacrificial spirit more illusory. The black aura clings to the sacrificial spirit like an incurable disease, continuously corroding it. Even several mirror fragments are entangled by the black aura. The Artifact Spirit of the Tomb Whip is further seizing control. "Strange, there used to be a Ghost Umbrella and Ghost Lantern; how come they’re not here now." Fang Ritu blinked her eyes with an innocent look on her face. Ye Bai watched as the sacrificial spirit’s body increasingly disintegrated, giving Ye Bai a feeling that the spirit was on the verge of dissipating. "Help me! I will repay you." The sacrificial spirit regained consciousness at the last moment and uttered a sentence. Its consciousness sank completely. The entire control of the sacrificial spirit was taken over by the Artifact Spirit of the Tomb Whip. The Tomb Whip folded her arms, her black dress revealing itself, and a cold gleam appeared on her face. Her blood-red pupils were fixed on Ye Bai and the other two. She let out a low, hoarse voice. "Is this the feeling of being immortal?" "The sacrificial spirit is completely finished, and now it’s your turn, the three of you. I will refine all three of you into my corpse puppets." "You silly fat rabbit who only gains weight, not brains." The Artifact Spirit of the Tomb Whip fully merged with the sacrificial spirit, and now her voice was heard by everyone. Fang Ritu raised her two heavy hammers, her brows slightly furrowed, scanning around warily, her body poised in an optimal defensive stance, ready to strike at the slightest attack. She occasionally glanced towards Ye Bai and Shark Hunter, afraid danger might come silently, especially concerning Ye Bai, whose temporary meal companion needs protection. Fang Ritu’s eyes remained wide open, trying to see everything clearly. Despite her battle experience, she couldn’t dispel the tension in her heart. After all, the sacrificial spirit was an immortal entity, and sheer numbers could trap Fang Ritu here. Fang Ritu indeed had high attack power but that also constantly drained her stamina. When her body’s cells once again signal hunger, she might lose her rationality and launch into a mad attack. Wherever her giant hammer passes, everything is smashed to pieces. From her slight panting, one could sense her inner confusion and a thread of unease. Shark Hunter also remained vigilant, tightly gripping her Gun Shark, a thin layer of sweat appearing on her forehead. She nervously swallowed, feeling that something bad could happen in the next second. Shark Hunter had to ensure Ye Bai’s safety and get him out unscathed; it was her mission, even if it meant sacrificing her own life. Only Ye Bai seemed indifferent, a plan already formed in his mind. At this moment, strong winds rose, and a dark, ink-like black aura emerged. A girl appeared, charming and sinister like an Enchanting Demon from the abyss, akin to a thorned rose, dressed in a black skirt with bare feet. "I am the Tomb Whip, the necromancer leader of the Evangelical Association." "Also, I am the sacrificial spirit controlling this space." "You shall be refined into corpse puppets, enslaved by me." Resentful expressions appeared on the girl’s face. Fang Ritu clenched her heavy hammer and launched a charged blow towards the girl. The sound of breaking air echoed as the giant hammer fiercely clashed with the air, sparking fire. But her giant hammer passed right through the girl. The heavy hammer struck the ground heavily, causing a massive shockwave, overturning everything. Suspicion and surprise crossed Fang Ritu’s face. Earlier, that blow was her sure-kill technique. If that hammer went down, even the Tier Seven Exotic Beast Black Tortoise Dragon Turtle, known for its defense, might be smashed to pieces. Yet the sacrificial spirit dodged. No, the sacrificial spirit did not dodge, nor was it an illusion. It’s that the sacrificial spirit exists in a different dimension, making it impossible to hit it. Fang Ritu instantly realized. Shark Hunter raised her Gun Shark, maintaining her calm demeanor. She continuously fired the Gun Shark, the gunfire deafening. Every bullet seemed to have eyes, heading directly for the sacrificial spirit’s vital points. However, the sacrificial spirit’s eyes were filled with disdain. This level of attack couldn’t hurt her at all. She sliced the surrounding space. The humans’ attacks couldn’t hit her at all. Now the sacrificial spirit only had to trap these people here and starve them to death to achieve her goal. So the sacrificial spirit didn’t need to risk anything. "Sunflower Emperor, Holy Light Shining." "Space Pelican, Spatial Transfer." Latest content publıshed on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩 The illusion realm, like a vengeful ghost, suddenly turned ethereal and sacred. Shark Hunter and Fang Ritu simultaneously covered their eyes. Their eyes were exposed to the intense light, plunging them into a brief blindness. They quickly shut their eyes, but did not let go of the weapons in their hands. Seizing this opportunity, the Space Pelican spat out the broken mirror hidden inside the space bag. Its eyes were fixed on the mirror, streaks of silvery-white light falling upon it. Both the mirror and the Sunflower Emperor were directly transferred through space. The sacrificial spirit was in a special space, and without a spatial attribute, an exotic beast could not break through its space at all. This was the sacrificial spirit’s reliance, but this time it was broken. Under the illumination of the strong light emitted by the Sunflower Emperor, the black aura on the sacrificial spirit began to burn in the shine of the holy light. The dark witch let out a miserable scream. "Damn holy light shining." Her face began to melt as if it had been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, visibly dissolving. Her entire body became distorted. The mirror fragments, initially glowing, seemed to have found an organization at that moment, transforming into streams of light rushing into it. A white light flashed, and these fragments gradually condensed into a shadow of a mirror, with only one-third of the mirror body existing in reality. The mirror body was entirely transparent, with a smooth mirror surface that emitted a faint golden glow. The mirror body was rectangular, inscribed with the image of heaven and earth, its expansive mirror surface seeming to reflect all things. The light was restrained, appearing and disappearing, like the first light of dawn, shifting between brightness and dimness. At this moment, the mirror body shone brightly, Majestic divine power emanated from the mirror surface, multiple beams of mirror light shooting out from it. Landed on the sacrificial spirit, the white flames on her body spread instantly. The sacrificial spirit’s eyes were filled with a vengeful glow. The voice abruptly stopped, arousing Ye Bai’s curiosity. Apparently, the artifact spirit of the tomb whip knew the origins of this mirror. Speak, why aren’t you saying anything? If you tell me, I would know the origins of this mirror. A surge of black light emitted from the tomb whip. Gusts of yin wind emanated from the tomb whip, trying to expel the white flames on it. Unexpectedly, with the infusion of yin qi, the sacrificial spirit’s body was completely ignited, like a torch shooting straight into the sky. The members of the Evangelical Association lurking near the ancestral house were watching in bewilderment as the whole ancestral house contorted. At the same time, large amounts of white flames emerged. Is this some kind of upheaval? Or did that master succeed? The initial plan of the artifact spirit of the tomb whip was to swallow the sacrificial spirit, letting it become a part of itself, becoming immortal. The Evangelical Association had numerous believers, lacking faith was never an issue. As long as this plan succeeded, the ancestral house would be transformed into a burial land, later becoming the Evangelical Association’s main base of operation. This was the Evangelical Association’s original plan; it was progressing smoothly at the start. However, when the Yandong Evangelical Association’s stronghold was wiped out, the party leader, the Necromancer, became extremely angry, wanting to teach the Flame Country a lesson that the Evangelical Association was not to be messed with. Thus, they devised a plan to trap Fang Ritu and refine her into a corpse puppet. And after the Blood Saint of the Resurrection Association found out, he further fanned the flames; he had only one request, which was to also refine Ye Bai into a corpse puppet, so the Black Knight was sent to partake in this plan. But something went amiss. The members of the Evangelical Association watched the ancestral house burn and collapse, looking at each other in dismay. They were uncertain if the tomb whip had succeeded in transforming into the sacrificial spirit, or if the plan had completely failed. In the ancestral house, the pupils of the sacrificial spirit were filled with a look of terror. If not, I will definitely be annihilated by the mirror’s divine energy. A large amount of black aura poured out from the sacrificial spirit’s body. The sacrificial spirit could no longer maintain her own body. "Let me go, let me go!" "Do you want to be annihilated in spirit with me?" A gnashing voice came out, the sacrificial spirit gritted her teeth, planning to self-destruct the tomb whip and completely escape from the divine power of the mirror. But her plan fell through. Suddenly, the air around the mirror began to warp, the sacrificial spirit’s form in the mirror slowly becoming blurred, and the black aura on her body surged towards the mirror. The sacrificial spirit’s screams echoed in the courtyard but soon abruptly stopped, as if being confined by some power. This entirely transparent, neither gold nor jade treasure mirror was completely activated, the mirror body emitted a piercing strong light, as if even time had come to a standstill here. A beam of dazzling white light burst out of the mirror, the chilling aura began to dissipate, and the shadow of the sacrificial spirit was gradually swallowed by the beam. It struggled, trying to escape, but the mirror surface was like a sturdy iron wall, and no matter how much it struggled, it could not escape. Finally, it turned into a spot of light and disappeared on the mirror surface. The mirror, like being chased by a dog, transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the mouth of the Space Pelican. Ye Bai blinked his eyes; he was still pondering the origins of this shattered mirror.