Upon the training hall of the Yin Ghost Sect.
Zhang Congyun, leading the members of the Censorate Department, had been clashing with the members of the Yin Ghost Sect for two full days.
At this moment, both sides had reached a stage of exhaustion, but it was clear that the Censorate Department held somewhat of an upper hand.
After exchanging several dozen moves, Zhang Congyun and Yin Changsheng pushed against each other with their palms and both retreated backwards.
"Yin Changsheng, your Yin Ghost Sect is at the end of its rope," Zhang Congyun shouted. "I advise you to surrender immediately; it's your best option rather than persisting in this futile resistance!"
Yin Changsheng let out a cold snort and cursed, "If it wasn't for your shameless Censorate Department's sneak attack, with the strength of my Yin Ghost Sect, there would be no need to fear any of you!"
