Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 290 Crisis
Yang Liu and his group of five are now facing an unprecedented crisis.

The water mist spread much faster than expected, covering the entire valley in the blink of an eye. Yang Liu and the others had no choice but to stop and deal with the water ghosts that surrounded them.

They stood back to back, forming a makeshift defensive circle, watching warily as an almost endless army of water ghosts surged in from all directions.

The thick negative energy permeating the air was constantly eroding their vitality and willpower.

"There are too many!" Yokota Teru's face turned pale as he brandished his short sword, constantly slashing back the water demons that rushed at him.

However, even the lowest-ranking of these water ghosts are all top-level evil spirits. Normally, encountering such evil spirits would require a lot of energy even in a one-on-one fight. Under this kind of gang attack, there is no possibility that he could kill a single evil spirit.

In order to resist the continuous erosion of negative energy, his spiritual power was rapidly depleted in this large-scale war of attrition.

"These things... harbor too much resentment!"

Uga Shoji gritted his teeth, the Buddhist beads in his hand emitting a blazing golden light. Each wave of his hand could repel a large number of water ghosts, but even more water ghosts would immediately fill the gap.

He looked at the enormous, twisted figure in the distance—the figure that had once been his father—his eyes filled with pain and struggle.

Jiang Miaozhi wielded her trident like a Valkyrie on the battlefield, each sweep of her trident scattering several water ghosts to their deaths.

However, her physical strength was also rapidly depleting, and she had already suffered several wounds from the water ghost's claws.

Severely injured, Shen Zhe could only lean against a rock, constantly casting hand seals and incantations to release small-scale defensive or disruptive spells to alleviate the pressure on his companions as much as possible.

But every time he cast a spell, it aggravated his wound, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Yang Liu stood at the very front, bearing the greatest pressure, and was also the one who inflicted the most damage on the water ghost horde.

He didn't use any tricks; he simply relied on his powerful physique and terrifying strength to stand like a rock at the forefront of the evil spirit tide!

His fists, elbows, knees, and even shoulders became the most lethal weapons.

Each strike could shatter the souls of several water ghosts, and the dense resentment and soul fragments surged towards him like moths to a flame under the influence of his power!
The light in his eyes grew even brighter, and his fighting instincts were fully unleashed.

But he also knew that this couldn't go on forever.

The horde of water ghosts appears endless, but their stamina is finite.

Not to mention, the truly terrifying being in the distance—the ghost god—is still standing quietly in the center of the lake, radiating boundless pressure, and has not yet truly made a move.

Once the true form of the demon begins its attack, they will have no chance of winning!
Even without the ghosts and gods taking action, as long as they actively gather the scattered water ghosts in their area, even willows will have their life force defenses breached by the negative energy generated by the sheer number of ghosts.

But they can't stop now, so the situation has reached a stalemate.

Chaos! Slaughter! Despair!

The shores of Lake Mikazuki have been transformed into a hellish landscape!
The screams of Japanese officials who were unable to evacuate in other directions echoed intermittently, and in the chaotic battlefield, roars and wails intertwined to form a symphony of despair.

The endless stream of water ghosts, like black waves, crashed against the tiny defensive line formed by Yang Liu and his group of five time and time again.

Uga Shoji waved his prayer beads, which flashed with golden light, and once again repelled a swarm of water ghosts that rushed at him. However, his gaze remained fixed on the enormous, twisted figure in the center of the distant lake. It was his father, yet it wasn't.

It was the gentle and compassionate monk he remembered who sacrificed himself to prevent a tragedy.

It was also the terrifying "ghost" before them, twisted by endless resentment and tens of thousands of dead souls, exuding an aura of world destruction.

Twenty years.

From the time he was old enough to understand, he knew about the tragedy of his father transforming into a ghost at the bottom of the lake.

He inherited Yongfu Temple and his father's will, and diligently practiced Buddhism, searching for a way to help his father transcend his endless suffering.

But now, the seal is broken, and the father, or rather the collective resentment that occupies the father's body, has finally reappeared in the world, bringing with it disasters and destruction far beyond imagination.

While preventing the authorities from exploiting his father's soul was important, the scene before him was like a sharper knife, tearing his heart apart.

Is my father destined to sink into this terrifying state forever?
No! no way!

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, even if it costs him his life, he'll still try!
Try to awaken the last shred of humanity that may still remain in the father, which is covered by layers of resentment, and try to... fulfill his greatest wish in this life—to be saved!
"Yang Liu! Hui! Cover me!" A resolute glint flashed in Yuhe Zhao'er's eyes as he suddenly shouted to his companion.

"Shoji! What are you doing?!" Yokota Teru exclaimed in shock. Seeing the resolute look in Uga Shoji's eyes, he immediately understood. "It's too dangerous! That's no longer..."

“I know!” Shouji Uga interrupted him, his voice firm and unwavering. “But I have to go! It’s my responsibility, and… the only thing I can do for him!”

Yang Liu didn't speak, but suddenly took a step forward and threw out both fists. The violent power swept away the water ghosts surging in front of him like a hurricane, opening a short passage for Yuhe Zhaoji—he made his attitude clear with his actions.

Although Jiang Miaozhi and Shen Zhe did not understand the reason, they could see Uga Shoji's determination and immediately strengthened the defense on the flank to relieve the pressure on him.

"Thank you!"

Uga Shouji gave his companions a deep look and then hesitated no longer.

He took a deep breath, and his body shone with golden light. He activated the Buddhist protective divine skill to its limit, and then, like a golden meteor, he rushed against the surging ghost tide towards the huge ghost god figure in the center of the lake!

He was incredibly fast. The water ghosts along the way, upon even the slightest contact with the intense Buddhist light emanating from him, would let out shrill screams as if they had encountered their nemesis, and would all turn into black smoke and retreat.

However, this power was also greatly depleted, and within a very short time, Uga Shouji's face turned pale at a visible speed.

As he drew closer to the center of the lake, the suffocating, terrifying pressure grew stronger, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on his soul, making every meter of progress extremely difficult.

Finally, he broke through the layers of water ghosts and arrived at the bottom of the enormous body of the ghost god!
Upon closer inspection, the forms of the ghosts and deities became even more terrifying.

Countless distorted faces struggled and roared on his body, radiating nauseating resentment and despair.

At the heart of it all, Norio Uga's face, twisted with resentment, appeared even clearer.

(One more chapter to go!)

(End of this chapter)