Stop pretending, the seemingly useless junior sister is the real boss.

As Bai Xiaobai poured all her spiritual power into the sword, the first few approaching vengeful spirits suddenly attacked, their withered, black claws tearing through the yin wind and viciously grabbing towards her.

She quickly twisted her wrist and swung the longsword in her hand.

A clear, resonant sword hum tore through the gusts of cold wind, followed by a sharp, piercing sound that exploded outwards.

A gleaming sword light swept out, colliding head-on with several vengeful spirits that rushed towards them, instantly creating a series of sizzling and burning sounds.

The vengeful spirits in the black mist were slashed and scattered, tumbling and emitting mournful and painful howls.

This successful shot greatly boosted Bai Xiaobai's confidence.

As she calmly swung her sword, the red-clad sword spirit's humanoid form slowly transformed into a blood-red longsword, completely merging with the blade in her hand.

Sensing the overwhelming surge of spiritual energy, Bai Xiaobai suddenly flipped her wrist, and a clear sword cry pierced the deathly silence of the mountain. The powerful sword energy slashed at the endless stream of vengeful spirits.

As she swung her sword faster, the wrecked body of the vengeful spirit she struck turned into countless black fluff particles, which then dissipated completely into the wind, accompanied by a mournful roar.

But vengeful spirits are nothing more than a collection of formless and soulless resentment. The moment they vanished, several more dark figures immediately sprang out from the black mist behind them, pressing forward relentlessly, one after another.

With the blessing of the long spirit, Bai Xiaobai did not have much difficulty in dealing with the situation. On the contrary, she felt that she was more comfortable with the sword in her hand.

A relentless stream of vengeful spirits continued to rush towards the sword, and the small area that had just been cleared by the sword energy was instantly filled with new vengeful spirits again.

This process was repeated endlessly.

An hour later, countless dark claws continued to tear and surge forward.

Bai Xiaobai could feel that Changling was devouring things very happily, but she wasn't happy at all because she really couldn't wield the sword in her hand anymore.

Despite the blessing of the long spirit, she only had 30% of her spiritual power to begin with. At this moment, she could already feel the cold resentment entangling her wrists and forearms, and even continuing to climb upwards.

A cold, numb sensation spread across her skin, making her feel somewhat unsettled.

She felt an overwhelming, deep-seated weariness, pain, sorrow, oppression, and despair...

This is a sign that the resentment of vengeful spirits has invaded the mind.

Numerous vengeful spirits continued to lurk and attack from above, behind, and beneath their feet.

An omnipresent black aura coiled around her ankles, attempting to imprison her.

Surrounded by deadly dangers, they pressed closer and closer.

They can't kill them all, they absolutely can't kill them all.

The sword in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand or eight hundred pounds, and the countless struggling vengeful spirits rushing towards her seemed about to break through her last spiritual energy shield.

"Changling, I...I think I can't hold on much longer, what should we do? We seem to have gone too far."

Bai Xiaobai weakly called out to Changling, but to no avail.

She was in a daze, and suddenly remembered many things, but then suddenly remembered nothing at all.

She didn't know who she was or why she was there.

They had no idea why they were fighting these terrifying things.

A voice seemed to be telling her from the depths of her being, "Put down the sword. This is not a sword you should be holding. You can't save anyone, and you can't save yourself. Sleep, just sleep. There will be no pain or trouble in your dreams."

The voice was seductive, echoing in her ears again and again.

She shook her head and found that the terrifying things she had seen before were no longer in front of her.

A figure with snow-white hair and an ethereal aura seemed to be walking towards her.

The figure was surrounded by soft light, making the figure within the light appear even more sacred and unapproachable.

She felt that the figure was familiar and friendly, and she subconsciously wanted to get closer, but she didn't want to know who the figure was at all.

"Little White, put down your sword and come with me."

The figure in the soft light spoke to her and reached out its hand.

Although I wasn't sure who the figure was, I subconsciously wanted to follow the figure in the soft light and leave.

Just as she was about to release her grip on the longsword and follow the figure away, another voice, tinged with cold urgency, rang out.

"Xiao Bai, grip your sword tightly and keep swinging. Don't stop."

The voice sounded familiar, tinged with urgency.

But who could this person be?

Why is he in such a hurry?

Does he recognize himself?

And why make yourself grip the sword tightly?

But she was really tired and in pain, so why couldn't she just stop?

She looked in the direction of the voice, wanting to see who was speaking this time.

As far as the eye could see, everything was a dark red.

The sky was red, and so was the person.

His dark red hair covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of cold eyes.

She did not recognize the man with the dark red hair.

But for some reason, I always felt that those cold eyes seemed to carry a sense of familiarity and worry.

So who is this person?

Why didn't he stop?

Bai Xiaobai stood there blankly, not understanding why these two figures, one white and one red, were making her make different choices.

Who are they?

Why do I feel like I know them so well?

The figure in the soft light was still gently calling to her.

"Little Bai, put down your sword and come here quickly. I'll take you away with me."

Meanwhile, the figure with dark red hair on the other side still had worry in her cold eyes.

"Little White, don't let go, don't stop."

She was completely lost, so what should she do?

Changling was extremely anxious, because from the depths of the distant black mist, countless low, obscure hisses were already coming. They were densely packed, layer upon layer, and sent chills down one's spine.

The previously dissipated black mist has rapidly regrouped, and the pitch-black waves have surged back, even more turbulent and terrifying than before.

The remaining vengeful spirits still stubbornly surrounded the area, their empty, ghostly eyes gleaming greedily as they stared at Bai Xiaobai, who was now in a daze in the center.

Resentment surged, a relentless struggle that would last until death.

Oh no, it seems we've really messed up.

It was so focused on devouring the vengeful spirits that it forgot that its master, the one wielding the sword, was only at the Qi Refining stage.

In this situation, it is clear that the resentment of being besieged has eroded one's consciousness.

So the sword's owner has lost consciousness, so what use is the sword, no matter how strong it is?

The eerie winds continued to blow, and the vengeful spirits continued to swarm in. This desperate battle against millions of vengeful spirits, fought alone, had only just entered its most dangerous phase.

When Shen Ji arrived, he saw Bai Xiaobai's figure being torn apart and eroded by thousands of vengeful spirits.

He was filled with overwhelming killing intent. Without the slightest hesitation, he passed through the layers of black mist and vengeful spirits and held the unconscious girl tightly in his arms.

Meanwhile, deep within this mountain, in a cave covered with countless vines, a pair of dark green eyes suddenly opened.

The ear-piercing laughter echoed throughout the entire mountain.

"Hehehe, he really came."