Hu Haqi pulled out a wooden sword from his sleeve, less than a foot long.
The short sword pierced the chest of the Yellow Springs Life-taking Ghost.
In the next moment, the body of the Yellow Springs Life-taking Ghost disintegrated in the air like burning newspaper.
"Hey, it's time to go." Hu Haqi reminded Mo Lin.
They had killed the Yellow Springs Life-taking Ghost, and it wouldn't be long before the Yellow Springs Realm noticed and sent even more powerful ghosts.
If they didn't leave now, it would be difficult to leave later.
Leaving Mo Lin here alone, the Yellow Springs Realm would surely seek revenge on Mo Lin.
So Hu Haqi was planning to take Mo Lin with him.
Thus, Mo Lin followed Hu Haqi and the others to quickly leave.
A torrential rain began to pour.
Mo Lin instantly became soaked like a wet dog.
The mud stained everyone's shoes.
But at this moment, they couldn't afford to worry about it. They were all desperately heading east.
