Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 521 - 519: Ruthless and Decisive

The group wearing monkey face masks cast the Immortal Sealing Technique.

A spell to seal Mo Lin’s abilities.

Mo Lin’s lips curled into a cold smile, "This trick won’t work on me."

If Mo Lin only knew Immortal Techniques, he would certainly be in trouble today.

However, Mo Lin didn’t just know Immortal Techniques; he was skilled in other methods as well.

A bald man stepped forward gradually, then slowly waved his hand and commanded, "Take action."

As the voice of the bald man fell.

The Immortal Cultivators behind him all acted swiftly.

These cultivators were trained by the Burial Immortal Organization itself.

They were not Three-system Immortal Cultivators.

The term refers to the Star Constellation Snake Immortal, Nine Heavens Fox Immortal, and Giant Spirit Power Immortal systems.

The Immortal Qi surging from this group was the same as Mo Lin’s, only their Immortal Techniques were different.

A man was the first to make a move, gathering bright red Immortal Qi in his hand and blasting it towards Mo Lin.

At the same time, the others also launched their attacks.

Mo Lin swung the Qin King’s Sword, defending himself against the onslaught.

Mo Lin, alone against over fifty Immortal Cultivators, was slightly disadvantaged.

This group comprised Transformation Level and Inviting Immortal Level cultivators.

If Mo Lin could use his techniques, he would easily handle this group.

Yet, the Burial Immortal Organization had set up the Sealing Immortal Formation, sealing Mo Lin’s abilities so he couldn’t cast any spells.

This left Mo Lin slightly at a disadvantage.

The pitch-black Netherworld’s Nether Fire swirled around Mo Lin, then he slowly raised his sword.

A dragon’s roar echoed throughout Fallen Street.

A pitch-black dragon appeared in mid-air.

With Mo Lin’s sword move, the black dragon launched its attack.

Mo Lin, facing over fifty Immortal Cultivators, didn’t fall behind in the least.

Beside Yinyan stood a bald man.

This man was surprised that Mo Lin could hold his ground with just the Qin King’s Sword.

"If we do not eliminate this one, he will be a great threat in the future."

The bald man took action himself, leaping forward and striking with his hand, condensing Immortal Qi into a gleam that blasted towards the black dragon.

The black dragon recoiled from the impact.

With the bald man joining the battle, the situation changed.

A Magic Control Level cultivator.

This bald man was the strongest in the Burial Immortal Organization.

Though the branch on Fallen Street was just a division, they had arranged a Magic Control Level cultivator to guard it.

To prevent someone like Mo Lin from causing trouble.

"Kid, I admit you’re strong, but without your techniques, you’ll die today," the bald man shouted.

"Immortal Technique: Mountain Suppression."

With the bald man’s move, the blood-red Immortal Qi before him condensed into a massive mountain in the sky, fiercely pressing down on Mo Lin.

Not just a simple form, it had the weight of an actual mountain.

Mo Lin instantly felt the crushing weight of billions of pounds, threatening to crush him into a pulp.

All Immortal Cultivators, have a root system, like Mo Lin’s, who practiced the techniques of the Star Constellation Snake Immortal, possessing that Immortal’s power to perform spells.

The strength of the spell depends on the level.

For instance, this bald man, though not from the Three-system Immortal Cultivators, also trained in an Immortal’s techniques.

No Immortal Cultivator can escape this logic.

Whether they belong to the Upper Nine Streams or Lower Third-class.

As long as one is an Immortal Cultivator, there is a lineage.

As for Gen Shuanglong, he is a special case.

He didn’t perform Immortal Techniques but what was called Magic.

Such individuals are exceptionally rare.

Those who exist are extremely powerful, living over a century at least.

Mo Lin slew Gen Shuanglong by chance, as Nvwa inherently restrained Gen Shuanglong’s Magic.

Of course, Nvwa being strong was also a factor.

"Kid, without your spells, you cannot survive," the bald man stared coldly at Mo Lin.

If Mo Lin could deploy his techniques, the bald man would fear him to an extent.

But with Mo Lin unable to perform his spells, it was a different matter.

The overwhelming force stifled Mo Lin, his hands bleeding while gripping the sword.

Yun Xue’xue had not rushed to act.

Mo Lin had previously cautioned her to watch over the place to prevent others from disrupting the battle.

If not for Mo Lin’s instruction to hold off, she would’ve used her skills already.

Yun Xue’xue was biting her teeth anxiously, unsure if Mo Lin could defeat this damned baldy.

"Today I’ll show you, without casting spells, I can still annihilate you," Mo Lin declared.

As he spoke, Mo Lin’s body emitted terrifying Ghost Qi like a steam engine, pouring out from his seven orifices.

In an instant, the entire auction house was engulfed in pitch-black Ghost Qi.

"Immortal Ghost Skill: Slaughter."

As Mo Lin’s voice fell, the mountain in the sky shattered as if cleaved by countless swords.

Just one move had nullified the bald man’s technique.

Ghost Qi condensed into blades, instantly slashing out.

Anyone within the Ghost Qi couldn’t evade the slashing blades.

Immediately, cries of agony echoed out.

Blood flowed across the ground.

Yinyan stood outside the Ghost Qi, trembling in fear upon hearing the mournful cries of the Burial Immortal Organization members.

She couldn’t see what was happening within the Ghost Qi, only the blood flowing on the ground.

A moment later, the Ghost Qi gradually dissipated.

Bodies lay scattered on the ground.

Among the Burial Immortal Organization members, nearly eighty percent were dead.

These people died terribly.

Their bodies hacked to pieces.

The ground pooled with blood.

Survivors bore varying degrees of injuries.

The bald man glared at Mo Lin with hatred, his entire left arm gone.

This Immortal Ghost Skill Mo Lin had acquired a few days ago from Qian Youyou’s necklace.

Its power was astounding.

The Burial Immortal Organization, though adept at neutralizing Immortal Techniques, had no answer for the Immortal Ghost Skill.

After all, the Immortal Ghost Skill wasn’t an Immortal Technique.

From a distance, Qian Youyou felt her hair stand on end.

So powerful.

At this moment, only those two words filled her mind.

Even she couldn’t contend with Mo Lin’s move.

Yinyan’s face turned pale, all prior arrogance vanished.

In her eyes, Mo Lin now seemed as terrifying as a demon.

Mo Lin, by his own strength, annihilated the Burial Immortal Organization’s group.

Even Liu Yutong couldn’t accomplish that.

But Mo Lin did.

"Brother, I admit you’re strong, just take the Snake Immortal," the bald man conceded.

He knew very well he was no match for Mo Lin.

Even without Immortal Techniques, Mo Lin was far superior.

Mo Lin remained silent, raising his hand once more, coldly stating, "Immortal Ghost Skill: Slaughter."

In the air, pitch-black blades appeared out of nowhere.

Thousands of blades slashed down on the bald man and the others.

The bald man cast techniques to defend himself, but it was useless.

"Slash!"

The dark blade sliced through the bald man’s waist.

His body was cut in half instantly.

The others were all slaughtered.

Yinyan remained the sole survivor of the Burial Immortal Organization.

She trembled so much she couldn’t speak, staring at Mo Lin intently.

A wave of fear swept over her.

At this moment, Yinyan felt the presence of death.