PNB Chapter 146 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Ghost Hunter 62
Chapter 146 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Ghost Hunter 62
However, time seemed to freeze at that moment.
After a long time, the terrifying and anticipated fatal blow did not fall like the scythe of death.
Those ghost hunters who had collapsed to the ground, exhausted in body and mind, and had given up hope and were waiting for death, finally slowly opened their eyes amidst endless fear and torment.
What came into view was his own body, completely unharmed.
They instinctively touched their entire bodies, finding no torn wounds, no excruciating pain, only the sensation of tattered clothes and cold sweat.
They stared incredulously at their surroundings.
The ferocious and tyrannical ghost clone, which had been baring its fangs and claws, suddenly stopped attacking for some unknown reason.
Those clones seemed to be frozen in place, suspended in the air.
The yin energy around him was still churning restlessly, but he could not take another step forward, as if he was being held back by an invisible, mysterious and powerful force.
Their eyes gleamed with resentment and anger, yet they could only struggle in vain.
A ghost hunter, his legs trembling, used a peach wood sword to support his weak body as he struggled to his feet.
His eyes were filled with confusion and shock, and he muttered to himself:
"What...what's going on?"
Could it be that Heaven is taking pity on us and doesn't want us to die like this?
His voice was hoarse and trembling, and it sounded exceptionally clear in the eerily silent battlefield.
Upon hearing this, the others gritted their teeth and used their last bit of strength to struggle to their feet.
They looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion, but also with relief and lingering fear at having survived such a close call.
One of them, as if suddenly realizing something, shouted:
"Look up at the sky."
The voice was weak and trembling, yet it sounded exceptionally loud due to the tense atmosphere.
The crowd, still shaken, instinctively looked up and stared at the sky upon hearing this.
Above the vast, boundless, and turbulent sky, Jun Sui stood majestically, as if a god had descended.
He stood tall and straight, his face cold and resolute, his eyes shining with a deep and powerful light, as if he could see through the secrets of all evil in the world.
The hem of his robes fluttered like banners under the surge of spiritual energy, as if playing a battle song to vanquish demons.
He was surrounded by a dazzling and mesmerizing radiance.
The light seemed to be formed from countless tiny stars, flowing and surging brilliantly and mysteriously.
The light was not static, but rather like a nimble serpent, continuously winding its way towards the vengeful ghost clone below.
Each ray of light was like a strong chain woven from pure spiritual energy.
Shining with a holy and majestic light, it precisely wrapped around each part of the vengeful ghost's clone, binding them tightly.
Despite their desperate struggles, the ghostly clones were suppressed by the light and unable to move an inch.
It could only futilely twist its body in mid-air, emitting angry and desperate roars.
Its sound resounded through the sky, yet it could not break through the spiritual energy net set up by Jun Sui.
Jun Sui's face was calm and composed, but his deep eyes shone with a chilling light, like the light of judgment from the deepest hell.
He slightly raised his hand, and in an instant, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth converged on him like a surging tide, quickly condensing into a dark blue spiritual flame in his palm.
This spirit flame may appear small, but it emits a terrifyingly high temperature that is enough to incinerate all evil spirits, and the space around it is slightly distorted and deformed by this power.
With a flick of his finger, Jun Sui sent the spiritual flame shooting towards the bound ghost clone like an arrow.
During flight, the spiritual flame rapidly expanded, transforming into a gigantic fire dragon that lunged at its prey with bared fangs and claws.
The vengeful spirit clones sensed this overwhelming power and let out sharp, piercing screams, struggling and twisting desperately in an attempt to break free from Jun Sui's spiritual chains.
However, faced with overwhelming power, their resistance seemed utterly futile.
The fiery dragon instantly engulfed all the ghost clones.
The raging flames were like a giant purifying furnace, gradually burning away the evil aura and undying obsession of the vengeful ghost.
In just a moment, those once terrifying ghost clones vanished completely from the world, leaving not a trace behind.
Jun Sui did not stop; his divine sense instantly locked onto the true form of the vengeful ghost hidden in the shadows.
The vengeful ghost sensed the approaching danger and tried to escape, only to find that the surrounding space had been quietly sealed off by Jun Sui.
Jun moved with lightning speed, arriving before the true form of the vengeful ghost in an instant.
He extended two fingers and gently pinched them together, as if taking something from the endless void. A wisp of dark energy was held between his fingertips, which was the core essence of the vengeful ghost.
Jun Sui's gaze was icy, and he let out a soft breath. The wisp of dark energy turned into dust at his fingertips and drifted away in the wind.
At this point, the evil spirit completely vanished, and there was no trace of this wicked creature left in the world.
As the vengeful spirits dissipated, the damaged space around them slowly returned to calm, and the once eerie and terrifying battlefield gradually regained its vitality.
Jun Sui slowly withdrew his spiritual power, his robes fluttering as he gently descended from the sky.
His figure remained as otherworldly as ever, as if the breathtaking scene just now was nothing more than a trivial matter he had done casually.
For a moment, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence, as if the air itself had frozen.
The only sound was the heavy breathing of the crowd, rising and falling, as if they had just gone through a life-or-death race.
His chest heaved violently, each breath filled with the relief and exhaustion of surviving a disaster.
The slight rustling of clothes in the wind sounded especially clear in the silence.
The soft rustling sound seemed to be telling the story of the lingering echoes of the fierce battle that had just taken place.
It was also like a faint echo of the turmoil still lingering in everyone's hearts.
They watched helplessly as Jun Sui walked gracefully to Yun Sui Si's side.
That cold and stern face instantly melted away like ice and snow, replaced by endless doting and tenderness.
His eyes were full of affection, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, carrying a smile that belonged only to Yun Suisi, completely different from the coldness he had shown in the sky just now.
Jun Sui gently raised his hand to brush away non-existent dust from Yun Suisi's shoulder, his movements gentle and meticulous, as if afraid of causing the slightest damage.
Yun Suisi tilted her head slightly, her gaze towards Jun Sui filled with love and trust.
The two locked eyes, and everything around them seemed to vanish, leaving only the deep affection in their eyes.
In this mesmerizing atmosphere, everyone seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the perfect couple.
It took a while for everyone to come to their senses.
Someone in the crowd mustered up the courage first, and with a hint of awe and curiosity, asked softly:
"You...you must be Young Master Yun's lover?"
This question broke the silence, and the other ghost hunters also turned their inquiring gazes towards it.
Their eyes held a mixture of surprise, envy, and respect for beautiful emotions.
Immediately afterwards, as if by prior arrangement, the ghost hunters clasped their hands in unison and bowed respectfully, their words filled with utmost reverence.
The man just said, "Mr. Jun Sui, you and Young Master Yun standing together are truly a match made in heaven!"
The other person replied, "Mr. Jun Sui, please tell us about your sweet past."
Some people curiously craned their necks and asked, "Mr. Jun Sui, where did you acquire such extraordinary strength?"
Everyone was talking at once, creating a great commotion.
Grandpa Yun was abruptly pulled back to reality by the sudden noise.
Seeing this, he quickly stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said loudly:
"Stop arguing!"
There will be plenty of opportunities to ask later. They're tired now; let them rest.
As Grandpa Yun spoke, he waved his arm, signaling the ghost hunters to disperse.
Although the ghost hunters were still curious after hearing what Grandpa Yun said, they dared not disobey and had no choice but to retreat.