The divine bell tolled and reverberated in Ning Tao's consciousness. As he recited the first line of Your Text, its sound emanated mightily in every direction within this bizarre s.p.a.ce.

This sound carried with it the spiritual power of the Sky Clinic owner. No matter where the sound wave reached, zombies would disintegrate. The scene was like the morning sun dispelling darkness!

But there were really too many zombies in this bizarre s.p.a.ce. Even these sound waves with special spiritual power could not disperse all the zombies before fading themselves.

The remaining zombies swarmed like a rising tide towards Ning Tao and Tang Zixian.

“Kill! Kill! Kill him!” Bai Sheng roared like a madman.

Ning Tao opened his mouth. “I rest within the womb, listening to the sound of the Way.”

Dong!

The divine bell tolled sonorously again.

The sound waves carrying the special spiritual power once more emanated in all directions, dissipating the zombies which were swarming in like the tide.

In this bizarre s.p.a.ce, not one zombie was left. Everything that had happened seemed like a visual feast offered by a horror movie. It had looked real, but when it ended, seemed no more than an illusion.

Bai Sheng fixed his eyes on Ning Tao, full of rage and hatred. Even the expression on his face looked bizarre. He was like the commander of a mighty army who had launched an attack on Ning Tao and Tang Zixian. He put on a big production with lavish scenes, but Ning Tao had used a cheap trick to destroy his mult.i.tudinous army! Even more frustrating, Ning Tao could reuse this cheap trick again and again!

Ning Tao raced towards Bai Sheng, executing Ladder under Feet. His feet sprinted as though he was on a high-speed treadmill. Each stride he took was several meters long. And he would take many strides each second!

These were what one would call “broad strides”!

“Cut off his escape route behind!” After das.h.i.+ng forward, Ning Tao bellowed.

In fact, even without his reminder, Tang Zixian had acted. She bounded and soon overtook Ning Tao, although he had moved first. She approached Bai Sheng before him.

“La mi duo mi… capture him!” Tang Zixian aimed the mouth of her Demon-slaying Bowl at Bai Sheng.

Ning Tao had wanted her to cut off Bai Sheng's escape route. But she was not Ning Tao's soldier, nor his subordinate. She did not need to obey Ning Tao's order. Besides, since the start of the battle, she had been battered and exhausted by Bai Sheng, unlike Ning Tao, who was hogging the limelight. Of course, she could not take this lying down!

A vortex started to appeared in the Demon-slaying Bowl. A ma.s.sive suction force appeared.

Bai Sheng gave a cold snort and hit out a might slap at the Soul-devouring Urn.

Buzz!

The vortex in the Demon-slaying Bowl started to tremble. It became extremely unstable and its suction force diminished by half.

Bai Sheng suddenly leaped up and lay p.r.o.ne on the upside-down urn. The Soul-devouring Urn toppled as he fell on it. The urn mouth was now facing Tang Zixian.

Ning Tao's heart instantly sank. He cried out, “Be careful—”

Tang Zixian's feet, which had just touched the ground, rebounded. Her slim figure soared nimbly to one side.

Boom!

A demonic energy as wide as the urn mouth surged out from the Soul-devouring Urn, like a flash flood overcoming a floodgate!

Tang Zixian managed to dodge it. But it hurtled directly at Ning Tao in front.

The time was too short for Ning Tao to open the convenient door, so he used his previous method instead. At the same moment when Tang Zixian dodged, Ning Tao opened fire at the Soul-devouring Urn thrice.

Three noises like three strikes of matches resounded. Almost simultaneously, three refined bullets flew out to meet the demonic energy released like a flood.

Boom!

The first bullet crashed into the first tide of demonic energy. With its spiritual power and the energy granted it by its spiritual materials, the refined bullet instantly destroyed the demonic energy with its spiraling force.

It was followed by the second and third bullets. These two refined bullets were fired at the second and third tide of demonic energy. Like a car accident occurring on an expressway, both bullets and the demonic energy were destroyed together!

Bai Sheng was thoroughly flabbergasted. No words could describe how he was feeling right now.

His earlier two strikes had been countered by Ning Tao using a cheap trick. Although Ning Tao did not use his Mandarin incantation against this third strike, the Mauser pistol had fired thrice and countered the Soul-devouring Urn's most powerful attack!

This made no sense but was certainly no cheap trick. Each refined bullet would cost him a fortune to refine. Ning Tao's heart would ache each time he pulled the trigger.

At this very instant when Bai Sheng was overcome by astonishment, Ning Tao had dashed to him and the Soul-devouring Urn.

Pfft!

Another gunshot rang out from the Mauser pistol, resembling another strike of a match. A bullet with an intertwining black-and-white track flew towards the urn mouth.

The Soul-devouring Urn would take some time to recover after each attack. Its previous attack was very powerful and had expended so much energy that it took a long time to recover. After unleas.h.i.+ng such an attack the last time, the urn had caused the s.p.a.ce midway up the mountain to collapse. Ning Tao had no opportunity to retaliate then. How could he miss such opportunity now?

Bai Sheng seemed to have just recovered. He struck out a palm at the Soul-devouring Urn.

Unfortunately, he could not be faster than a bullet.

Before he could hit the Soul-devouring Urn, the refined bullet had penetrated the black vortex in the urn mouth. The scene was like a streaking meteor falling into a black hole.

Buzz!

Another hum from the urn. The Soul-devouring Urn did not shatter like Ning Tao imagined it would have. But the inky vortex at its mouth shuddered twice and then disintegrated, leaving behind a greenish interior.

Pfft!

The refined Mauser pistol quivered and another refined bullet flew out towards the mouth of the Soul-devouring Urn.

At this crucial moment, Bai Sheng's palm managed to hit out just on time. His right palm hit the Soul-devouring Urn. The Soul-devouring Urn immediately rolled away.

Although he had managed to protect the Soul-devouring Urn, but…

Poof!

That refined bullet instantly burrowed itself into Bai Sheng's thigh, just at the moment when he bared his flesh. His thigh immediately blew up. The spiraling energy had turned his thigh instantly into ground flesh. Only a small portion of his calf was flung into the air.

“Capture him!” Tang Zixian had hurried there. The Demon-slaying Bowl in her hand started to turn towards Bai Sheng.

“Yee ya!” Bai Sheng gave a furious growl. His arms embraced the Soul-devouring Urn and were lifting it up to collide against Tang Zixian.

Another inky vortex had appeared in the urn mouth and the urn now had enough time to recover. The last refined bullet had not managed to destroy it, merely wrecking its energy structure temporarily.

Tang Zixian was stunned and twisting her waist in mid-air, managed to change direction even though it seemed almost impossible. She swerved to one side and one second after that, she flourished her left hand in Bai Sheng's direction.

Whoos.h.!.+ Whoos.h.!.+ Whoos.h.!.+

A cl.u.s.ter of darts flew towards Bai Sheng, piercing his belly. Instantly, blood splattered.

If his thigh were not gone and the raised Soul-devouring Urn had not blocked his view, it would be easy for Bai Sheng to dodge Tang Zixian's stealth weapons. But there were no “ifs” in this world.

Roar!

A ghost fire suddenly flared out from the Soul-devouring Urn. Amidst the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves, the heavily injured Bai Sheng retaliated while hugging his Soul-devouring Urn.

His target was Ning Tao and had always been him.

Hugging the Soul-devouring Urn, he seemed like a large flamethrower. Wherever it spat flames, that place would be a raging sea of fire.

But he did not manage to catch Ning Tao off guard as he retaliated with his incendiary Soul-devouring Urn. Instead, there was an arched hole, as black as ink.

Ning Tao was standing at the other end of the door, wearing a smile. But that smile was so chilling that it penetrated to the bones.

In that instant when Bai Sheng saw the convenient door, the flames from the Soul-devouring Urn had surged forward.

It was already so hard to retrieve spilled water, let alone a fire!

Dong!

The bell had sounded!

It sounded like a thunderclap. Heaven had been enraged!

Boom!

An energy wave rebounded like a torrential tide against the convenient door. The Soul-devouring Urn had no opportunity to recover, shattering into smithereens!

Bai Sheng's body at that very instant seemed to be weighed down by a huge mountain. He lay p.r.o.ne on the ground, blood trickling out from all his orifices. He could no longer move!

Tang Zixian was stunned into immobility. She stared disbelievingly at this scene, and did not dare to approach. That energy was so powerful that it made her shudder!

But that energy had not affected Ning Tao at all.

Ning Tao advanced, grabbed Bai Sheng's hand and leaped backwards. He disappeared together with Bai Sheng into the convenient door.

“Hey!” Only now did Tang Zixian recover. She went quickly after them.

That terrible energy had disappeared. An ordinary prescription drifted down in the air to the ground.

The earth here was still darkish red, almost as if it had been soaked in blood. But it was slowly dissipating as well. The places where it was dissipating showed weeds and trees, as well as rocks. The sky had gradually turned brighter too. One could just about make out the blue sky and white clouds. So this bizarre s.p.a.ce was not only connected to the 12 Zodiac stone towers, but also the Soul-devouring Urn. Since the urn had been destroyed, its realistic illusion could no longer be sustained.

Tang Zixian stared at the ordinary prescription with the picture of a blood lock on the ground. She lost herself in thoughts, then suddenly blurted out a curse, “Ning Tao, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Burning the bridge after crossing the river!”

She had boundless curiosity about Ning Tao's clinic. But even under such circ.u.mstances, Ning Tao would not take her there.

“So you won't take me there, eh? Very well, you won't get some things as well!” Tang Zixian stretched out her hand and picked up a broken shard of the Soul-devouring Urn. But the moment she touched it, she felt as if she was bitten by a viper. Her entire body turned cold and her mind was overwhelmed by the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves.

The Soul-devouring Urn was ranked 10th on the malevolent magic tools chart. Although it had broken into pieces, it was still malignant.

Tang Zixian sat down cross-legged, muttering an incantation. Soon, her body exuded a faint light, as pure and untainted as a fairy's.

At the same moment, on the uppermost floor of the New World Technological Building, the French window of the Bai Sheng's office was suddenly smashed. Three figures dashed in.

Yin Molan, Bai Jing and Qing Zhui had arrived.

No safety rope was fastened to their backs. The smashed pieces of tempered gla.s.s were all floating in the air. Not a piece had fallen to the ground.

Ning Tao had messaged them before he set out, telling them to meet him on the balcony. The three demons had waited obediently on the balcony but nothing had happened. Qing Zhui could not restrain her impatience and had leaped down. She smashed the tempered gla.s.s of the French window and dashed into the office. Since she had done so, Yin Molan and Bai Jing could only follow behind her.

But Bai Sheng's office was empty. There was no one there, only an overturned sofa and an ordinary prescription with the picture of a blood lock left on the tea table.

Bai Jing suddenly seemed to recall something. “Tidy this room and take everything we need. We are leaving for the First Building of Yinyue Mountain.”

Qing Zhui asked in surprise, “Aren't we waiting for Bai Sheng to kill him? Why must we go to the First Building of Yinyue Mountain?”

Bai Jing gave a wry smile. “Your man must be thinking of protecting us. Perhaps…”

Qing Zhui said impatiently, “Perhaps what? Say it.”

Bai Jing shrugged her shoulders. “Perhaps he is romantically involved with that Tang girl. He may not want us to follow him.”

Qing Zhui said, “That's a good thing, isn't it?”

Bai Jing was speechless.