"Jing He, high-level Yin Ghosts don't have deadly organs like the Sea of Consciousness or Dantian that human Cultivators possess. To kill them completely, one must shatter their souls,"
As these words fell,
"Heh hahaha...."
Along with a chilling low chuckle, the Yin Ghost that was pierced through the neck on the ground suddenly moved.
With a tearing sound, the Yin Ghost shifted its body to the left by half a foot.
The cervical spine was instantly split by the sharp blade, and flesh on one side of the neck was torn open, the head tilted down, held to the body by only a bit of skin and meat.
Looking at the bloody and eerie sight before him, Xu Yuan didn't hesitate; his sword blade fiercely slashed downward along the other's neck.
The Three-foot Green Blade Sword, infused with Origin Qi, cut through the Yin Ghost before him like a knife through tofu, slicing it in half.
