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Of course, the Aggregating Soul Pill inherently had a hint of taking shortcuts. When it helped the Ghost King condense his body and form its shape, it naturally brought about many hidden dangers.

Lady Lan nodded in agreement as she looked at Lin Xuan with a touch of appreciation in her gaze.

"What is it?" Wang Peng, the short and plump cultivator, couldn't help but interject.

"Other details are unclear, but there are two definite points. First, after consuming the Aggregating Soul Pill, the Ghost King's future cultivation will be twice as difficult. To advance further, he must put in far more effort than before."

"The second point is that even if this Ghost King has a resilient mind, his life can only reach the peak of the Condensation Core Stage at most. There is no way he could advance to the Ghost Emperor."

"Ah, I see." Lin Xuan nodded. The laws of heaven were reasonable.

Nevertheless, many Ghost Kings still consumed this pill. One reason was that in the Mortal World, having a physical body made movement much easier compared to being an intangible soul. Many aspects were limited for them.

The second reason was similar to how it was extremely difficult for human cultivators to form their cores; the odds of a yin spirit advancing to become a Ghost Emperor were negligible. Despite knowing the dangers, Ghost Kings still flocked to this pill.

These three fellows in front clearly fit that description.

A cacophony of ghostly cries sounded as dark clouds gathered and approached from afar.

"How should we defend against them? Do our two friends have any good suggestions?" Lady Lan suddenly asked with a slight opening of her lips.

"Nothing much, let the enemy come and meet it; water comes to stop it. Try to stall."

Lin Xuan didn't turn around as he silently observed ahead. From appearances, these yin spirits weren't much stronger than his side. Although their numbers were more than double, there were only three high-ranking Ghost Kings. With the restrictions in place, not only could they hold out but even fight.

Thus, the cultivators' tension lessened as everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, Lin Xuan's brows were clouded with worry.

These yin spirits weren't any less intelligent than humans and had spent countless years biding their time. Since they wanted to eliminate the cultivators in Ghost Luo City, why did they only send so few?

Was it because the ghostly creatures underestimated them or was there some other plot?

Lin Xuan couldn't determine this for certain but reminded himself to be cautious.

The yin spirits began their attack almost immediately.

From the dark clouds, countless beams shot out. Spirit artifacts flew about as black lightning struck down one after another.

The cultivators didn't slack either. Chu Zhou led the way and flew up, waving his array flag wildly. Surrounding restrictions activated, a layer of blue-gray light appeared above them, not only intercepting the attacks but also sending out arrows of qi to retaliate.

Lin Xuan nodded inwardly; the power of the Kunyang Golden Falling Array was indeed formidable.

However, with too many yin spirits, if they were allowed to continue attacking, this array would eventually wear down.

Lady Lan naturally noticed this as well. With a wave of her command flag, a team of cultivators flew out. Their goal wasn't to break through but merely to harass the yin spirits.

The other cultivators in the array also didn't idle; they used various defensive spells to intercept the yin spirits' attacks, making it clear that their purpose was to stall.

Since the Ghost Kings hadn't acted, Lin Xuan and his companions remained motionless, only releasing their divine senses to monitor the others' actions.

From afar, there were continuous explosions as the other two sects also engaged in fierce battles.

Dark winds howled, ghostly cries echoed. Various beams pierced through the air.

The battle seemed evenly matched from appearances. The cultivators didn't seek victory but merely avoided defeat. This stalemate suited them well. Unfortunately, things soon changed.

The initial round of attacks was just a probing test.

Almost without warning, the ghosts suddenly stopped their assault, and all their spells ceased. Silence returned.

The cultivators exchanged puzzled glances, taken aback. One person paused first, followed by others retracting their spells and spirit artifacts.

"Mrs. Lan, Brother Li, what's going on?" Wang Peng looked surprised.

Lin Xuan didn't respond but released his divine sense. However, a strange restriction was set up several dozen feet in front of the dark clouds. His divine sense bounced back upon contact.

Lin Xuan's expression changed abruptly.

"I'm not sure, but it seems like they're preparing for something powerful. In my opinion, we should each lead a team out and not sit here waiting to be attacked," Lin Xuan suggested gravely.

"Really?" Mrs. Lan showed signs of hesitation on her face.

"That would be unwise. If this is a trap set by the yin spirits, wouldn't we be walking into it? Since our goal isn't to fight but stall, let's not go out; they might not breach this restriction," Wang Peng hesitated and shook his head.

Lin Xuan was furious inside. This guy was truly as timid as a mouse: "Mrs. Lan, do you agree with that?"

"Indeed, I believe Brother Wang is right. These yin spirits are cunning and deceitful. We mustn't fall into their traps. Let's rely on the array to stall," Mrs. Lan lowered her head, avoiding Lin Xuan's gaze.

"Then let us follow your advice!" Lin Xuan's face returned to its calm as he spoke softly.

Wang Peng and Mrs. Lan were taken aback, looking at Lin Xuan with some surprise. They also felt that his suggestion was reasonable but didn't want to risk it since their goal wasn't a direct confrontation but stalling.

Lin Xuan understood their thoughts well; since they refused to act, he wouldn't persuade them either. Stalling was just an excuse for fear of death.

Adding these two companions made Lin Xuan unhappy, but he wouldn't foolishly intervene. Even if there were adverse consequences, Lin Xuan wasn't afraid. With his divine abilities and treasures, a few ghost kings couldn't stop him unless the Ghost Emperor himself came.

Even then, any bitter fruits would be theirs to bear; Lin Xuan's face showed a hint of mockery as he closed his mouth without saying more.

Since the leading three Condensation Core cultivators didn't give orders, the lower-ranking cultivators wouldn't act either. The scene fell silent for a short while.

After less than half an hour, something unexpected happened. The dark clouds where the yin spirits were hiding suddenly surged violently and changed color, becoming bright black. Ghostly cries filled the air, even causing Lin Xuan's ears to buzz with the intensity. He quickly raised his mana to alleviate the discomfort.

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