Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 485 - 483: Oppressive Aura from Mo Lin

The terrifying Immortal Qi erupted, surrounding Mo Lin.

Seven immortal cultivators charged towards Mo Lin from different directions.

Mo Lin remained unfazed, clasping his hands together as Immortal Qi gathered. It then formed into several arms behind him, striking directly against the incoming seven immortal cultivators.

"This man is Magic Control Level immortal cultivator," exclaimed one man upon realizing Mo Lin’s level.

"This Spirit Pill won’t be easy to earn; if things go wrong today, we might die here," another man grimaced.

The moment the seven immortal cultivators realized Mo Lin was a Magic Control Level cultivator, their previous sense of superiority vanished completely.

Only anxiety remained.

Being immortal cultivators themselves, they knew all too well the terror of a Magic Control Level cultivator.

Immortal cultivators vary in rank; only Magic Control holds supremacy.

All cultivators know this saying.

"Deplete his Immortal Qi; as long as we exhaust it completely, we can win," shouted another man.

That statement was like a glimpse of light amid darkness.

Upon hearing it, excitement returned to the faces of the seven cultivators.

Drag it out!

With their numbers, they could simply wear out Mo Lin’s power to bring him down.

Although a Magic Control Level cultivator is formidable, he’s still human.

Once his Immortal Qi is exhausted, even Mo Lin can’t change the tide of battle.

Thus, the seven cultivators distanced themselves from Mo Lin, opting for a battle of attrition.

No longer fighting head-on, they chose to wear him down.

When Mo Lin advanced, they retreated; when Mo Lin retreated, they attacked.

The seven took turns, aiming to tire out Mo Lin.

Far off, Yang Wu bit through his finger, using the blood to draw a pattern on the ground.

His face noticeably paled.

Uncertain of what this technique was, its release seemed intricately troublesome.

Mo Lin initially wanted to interrupt Yang Wu but was too entangled with the seven cultivators to spare any effort.

"Immortal Technique: Snake Immortal," Mo Lin snorted coldly.

Upon his voice’s fall, a black snake slowly emerged from fog above.

This immense creature was at least as tall as a twenty-story building.

Unlike before.

Previously, when Mo Lin used this move, the Snake Immortal would vanish immediately.

But now it’s different; as long as Mo Lin’s Immortal Qi exists, the Snake Immortal will persist.

This was the result of Mo Lin’s learning from Cui Ming on using Immortal techniques.

The Snake Immortal lunged at one cultivator, who couldn’t react in time and was bitten directly.

The body severed at the waist.

"Inviting Immortal: Giant Spirit Power Immortal."

"Inviting Immortal: Nine Heavens Fox Immortal."

In response to Mo Lin’s technique, the others rushed to use their Immortal Skills.

A gigantic bear slowly appeared, then punched the body of the Snake Immortal.

Simultaneously, a white fox emitting a dreadful aura leapt in, tearing at the Snake Immortal.

This was a contest of Immortal Techniques.

Though one-on-one, Mo Lin wouldn’t lose.

Yet now, facing multiple cultivators was proving strenuous.

"Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Technique," Mo Lin snorted coldly.

As his voice faded, Mo Lin’s form began to change.

His body enlarged, bright red Immortal Qi encircled him.

Mo Lin resembled a giant stepping out from ancient times.

"Heaven and Earth Dharma Aspect?"

A cultivator saw Mo Lin use this move and fell into utter despair.

Mo Lin being a Magic Control Level cultivator was one thing, but having such powerful techniques, how could they fight?

Originally seven cultivators, now one had perished, leaving six remaining.

The dark-robed cultivator felt helpless, with a thought surfacing in his mind: money is hard to earn, and shit is hard to swallow. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

First time encountering such a relentless person, taking on seven cultivators without breaking.

Two Immortal Qi-formed arms appeared behind Mo Lin.

As Mo Lin launched a punch.

The Immortal Shadows of the Nine Heavens Fox Immortal and the Giant Spirit Power Immortal ahead shattered with one punch from Mo Lin.

All six cultivators spat blood.

"This technique drains Immortal Qi heavily; let’s hold out a bit longer."

The dark-robed cultivator shouted gently: "Just drag until he exhausts his Immortal Qi, and we’ll win."

For them, only depleting Mo Lin’s Immortal Qi ensures victory in this battle.

Jia Li gazed at Mo Lin’s vast form, greatly shocked. "Too powerful."

It’s his first time experiencing the terror of a Magic Control Level cultivator.

Only on the battlefield can one feel Mo Lin’s oppressive presence.

A bald man with fair skin watched Mo Lin from afar.

"Immortal technique? Evil technique? Combination?" Wan Foli muttered, "Interesting... this guy has some skills."

Of course, Mo Lin’s maneuvers seemed merely intriguing to him.

A bit impressive, but that’s all.

Mo Lin swung his fist again, all four arms striking simultaneously.

With this punch, the six cultivators vomited blood.

Mo Lin had four arms, with each punch unleashing a massive burst of Immortal Qi.

The six cultivators could only barely withstand Mo Lin’s storm-like assault.

"His Immortal Qi is about to be exhausted," the dark-robed cultivator sensed the impending depletion and felt slightly relieved.

The other five grit their teeth, enduring bitterly.

Mo Lin waved a hand, making a hideous ghost appear beside him.

The twisted-featured woman stood just about a meter tall, dressed in white mourning clothes.

The ghost slowly opened her mouth, reached in, pulled out a parchment and handed it to Mo Lin.

After these actions, she retreated into Mo Lin’s shadow.

This painting was given to him by the Snake Immortal at the Star Constellation Snake Immortal Mansion.

The painting floated gently in the air, depicting a wondrously beautiful woman, the true Snake Immortal, with an immense surge of Immortal Qi flowing from it into Mo Lin’s body.

Mo Lin’s Immortal Qi revived.

Despair enveloped the six remaining cultivators.

Already outclassed by Magic Control Level, they couldn’t match Mo Lin.

Now, with a painting, Mo Lin restored his strength to the peak; how could they fight him now?

Mo Lin’s four fists rained down like a storm.

One cultivator among the six couldn’t withstand; blood gushing from his nose and mouth, arms cracked, bleeding from seven orifices, vibrated to death.

With one cultivator dead, the others faced looming danger, possibly perishing at any moment.

"Splash..."

Suddenly, torrential rain poured from the sky.

This downpour was massive, like someone pouring buckets over them.

This scene was familiar to Mo Lin.

During his time in Hongzhou, Mo Lin witnessed the same phenomenon.

This was Gen Shuanglong’s technique.

Mo Lin turned to look at Yang Wu in the distance.

Yang Wu now had a head full of white hair, appearing ten years older.

"Worth it... all worth it... as long as I avenge my master, everything is worth it," Yang Wu seemed driven by insane desperation for revenge.

It seemed he paid with his life to utilize this move.

The torrents washed the blood off the ground clean.

Yang Wu waved a hand.

The rainwater gathered into a large hand, carrying away the five severely injured cultivators.

"Opportunity!"

Jia Li pointed and exclaimed at the wounded cultivators, "Everyone from the Star Constellation Snake Immortal lineage, what are you waiting for? This is a heaven-sent chance!"