Chapter 186: Soul Armament Black Bone
As Jiang Dashi and the others inserted the array flags into their designated positions, all the flags immediately fluttered violently in the Yin wind. No matter how the Yin wind howled, it couldn't sweep them away; the moment they were planted in the ground, they became as firm as ancient trees taking root.
Spiritual light emanated from the array flags, and whooshing sounds continually echoed as spiritual lines sketched themselves across the ground. In the blink of an eye, a massive and intricate formation was successfully arranged with the Ghost Building at its center.
A humming sound spread forth as the formation released a curtain of light, enveloping the entire Ghost Building. With the shroud of this light curtain, the scene before them immediately transformed.
The howling Yin wind ceased, the formation on the ground vanished, and the suddenly risen light curtain also dissipated into thin air, as if it had never appeared.
Under the moonlight, the Ghost Building remained eerie and terrifying, yet compared to before, it now appeared incredibly quiet—a silence brimming with an uncanny strangeness.
There was no howling Yin wind, no mournful wails, no chilling ghostly laughter. Even the weeds in the Ghost Building's courtyard seemed to be frozen in place, utterly still.
If the Ghost Building appeared static at this moment, the situation outside was quite the opposite. Not only could they hear the chirping of insects, but they could also see Jiang Dashi and the other Night Watchers approaching Deng Feng's position.
Just as Deng Feng had said earlier, once the formation was successfully deployed, looking at the Ghost Building from the outside made it appear like a painting.
Indeed, the Ghost Building at this moment resembled a still painting. However, Yang Haoran wasn't naive enough to believe that this formation truly served only this single purpose. Deng Feng was willing to expend Spirit Power to hold back the entity within the Ghost Building just to have Jiang Dashi and the others deploy this formation, which surely wasn't merely for show.
Deng Feng spoke in a low voice. Although his voice was somewhat youthful, no one present dared to underestimate him or defy his instructions because of it.
Yang Haoran climbed to his feet, brushed the dust from his clothes, and walked towards Deng Feng.
He had just been blasted away by the Spirit Power erupting from Deng Feng. If an ordinary person encountered such a thing, breaking a few bones would be effortless. Fortunately, Yang Haoran was no ordinary person; although he felt somewhat uncomfortable, it wasn't a significant problem.
Seeing Yang Haoran just blasted away, many Night Watchers revealed expressions of relief. Yang Haoran noticed this but didn't bother with them, instead turning his gaze towards Jiang Dashi.
At that moment, Jiang Dashi also looked at him. Their eyes met, but neither spoke; they simply exchanged a glance before withdrawing their gazes, then followed Deng Feng towards the Ghost Building.
Yang Haoran secretly activated his Ghost Eye. As his eyes turned inky black, the world he perceived changed.
The formation on the ground reappeared clearly in his vision, and the vanished light curtain also returned. Through the light curtain, he could see gusts of Yin wind swirling within the Ghost Building's courtyard, the weeds swaying wildly, and the rusty iron gate and dilapidated windows continuously slamming against the walls.
All of this was the true scene; however, due to the formation's influence, this sight was concealed, making it invisible to the naked eye.
Although Yang Haoran could see the most authentic scene after activating his Ghost Eye, due to the formation's influence, he, standing outside the light curtain, couldn't hear any sounds emanating from within.
Standing before the light curtain, Deng Feng waved his hand, and several streaks of black light shot into Yang Haoran and the others.
“This is a mark. With this mark, you won't be repelled when you enter the formation. ”
As his words fell, Deng Feng stepped into the light curtain. The light curtain formed by the formation had no effect on him; he effortlessly passed through.
The other Night Watchers followed closely. Because they bore the mark, they also easily entered the light curtain.
The moment they entered the light curtain, the howling of the Yin wind and the crying and laughing of ghosts once again entered their ears.
Yang Haoran's expression was solemn. Neither the Yin wind nor the bitter laughter of ghosts held any terror in the eyes of a Night Watcher like him. He scanned his surroundings, and finding nothing unusual, he deliberately deactivated his Ghost Eye to conserve Spirit Power.
“Deng Feng, you dare play tricks on me? Tonight, none of you will escape this place! ”
The woman's hoarse voice sounded once more. As her frenzied words echoed, a powerful oppressive aura descended upon everyone like a towering mountain.
Deng Feng let out a cold snort, his own aura single-handedly resisting the powerful pressure.
“Escape? Why would I escape, Zhong Siyu? Haven't you always thought I, your Divine Emissary, wouldn't dare touch you? Tonight, I'll let you witness with your own eyes how your Ghost Building is dismantled! ”
Although Deng Feng had a pointed jaw, monkey-like cheeks, and a small stature, with a hint of youthfulness on his face, his words at this moment were utterly domineering, leaving no one daring to show him the slightest contempt.
“You want to dismantle my Ghost Building? I'll dismantle your body first! And my name isn't Zhong Siyu! ”
The hoarse and frenzied voice resounded above the Ghost Building. Terrifying Yin Qi emanated from the building, its density so formidable that at a glance, it looked as if the Ghost Building had caught fire, continuously spewing forth billows of black smoke.
The Yin Qi coalesced above the Ghost Building, transforming into a colossal ghostly face.
It was impossible to discern if this ghostly face was beautiful or ugly, for its expression was too hideous, its features twisted together, making its original appearance completely unrecognizable.
Beyond its hideousness, the ghostly face conveyed another sensation: madness, a pathological madness.
Though formed from coalesced Yin Qi, this ghostly face was astonishingly lifelike. Its eyes were blood-red, carrying an intense resentment, as it let out a bout of frenzied, bloodthirsty laughter at Yang Haoran and the others.
The laughter echoed through the space. Apart from Deng Feng, all the other Night Watchers, including Yang Haoran, suddenly felt their hearts grow restless. This laughter seemed to possess a peculiar ability, capable of stirring the deepest madness within its targets.
Deng Feng's expression shifted. He detected the change in the Night Watchers present. If he didn't intervene immediately, his Night Watchers would not only fall back into illusions but also completely lose their minds due to the madness within them, turning into crazed individuals who bit anyone they saw.
The Night Watchers he had brought tonight still had great use for him. Of course, he wouldn't just stand by and watch his subordinates be played to death by the opponent.
“Zhong Siyu, with this Divine Emissary here, your petty ghost tricks are utterly useless! ”
Deng Feng spoke in a low voice, then waved his large hand and roared, “Heaven Soul, open! ”
A surge of power, far stronger than before, erupted from Deng Feng's body. Beside his right hand, a mass of inky black Yin Qi suddenly appeared, churning violently like boiling water. A fist-sized skull slowly rose from within this swirling Yin Qi, with a bone connected beneath it.
Both the skull and the bone beneath it were pitch black, continuously emanating intense Yin Qi.
Yang Haoran's heart jolted at this sight. He had witnessed a similar scene on Xu Meijing before, so he understood what was happening.
Deng Feng was summoning the Soul Armament that had condensed after he opened his Heaven Soul. Although the Soul Armament hadn't yet been fully drawn from the Yin Qi by Deng Feng, just its partial emergence was enough to scatter all the restlessness within their hearts.
To be honest, Yang Haoran had once yearned deeply for such a powerful existence as a Soul Armament. But now, that desire was gone. The reason was simple: after tonight, whether he would even survive was a question mark.
Having summoned the Soul Armament, Deng Feng gripped the bone beneath the skull, then with a fierce pull, he extracted an extravagantly shaped bone blade from within the Yin Qi.
This bone blade was entirely black, composed of bones of varying sizes, each emanating an eerie, faint glow.
Xu Meijing's Soul Armament, Killing Blade, had a narrow blade and sharp tip, possessing both aesthetic appeal and a feeling of extreme sharpness.
Deng Feng's bone blade, however, was forged from individual bones, its blade wide and thick, conveying a sense of both dominance and eeriness.
“This blade is named Black Bone! ”
Deng Feng roared, grasping the hilt with both hands, and delivered a powerful upward slash towards the hideous ghostly face in the sky.
A flash of blade light screamed forth, slicing towards the face in the sky with extreme speed.
Red light flickered in the ghostly face's eyes as it opened its mouth and spewed out a surge of Yin Qi, which collided with the blade light.
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