Just as it had been summoned by the captain, the Evil Spirit, which had one of its wings torn off by the Ghost House Elder, let out an incredibly piercing wail.
But unlike humans, the heavily injured Evil Spirit's innate ferocity was ignited, and like a wild beast, it suddenly opened its core, shooting feather-like arrows directly at Song Deshou.
However, when those sharp, blade-like feathers invaded the dark, swirling air around Song Deshou, their speed suddenly slowed down... no, more accurately, they were tainted with a layer of dull gray, the feathers dried up starting from the root, losing their original fierce momentum.
Song Deshou once again raised his hand.
It was stiff, purplish-blue, and covered with age spots, yet this dry hand with bulging veins possessed the power to pull the rotten and withered effortlessly. When the Ghost House Elder approached the captain, seemingly slow but actually fast, he easily tore off the Evil Spirit's second wing...
