Pu Yanlan, who was chasing after the old horse, was blocked halfway. Que Wushuang stood there with his hands behind his back and coldly said to Pu Yanlan,
"Taoist Pu, you refuse to take the offer and now face the punishment. Do you really think that confusing your aura, causing these demon corpses to lose track of you, will allow you to escape alive?"
Pu Yanlan furrowed her delicate brows and glanced towards the old horse. Suddenly, she flipped her palm, and a black flag appeared in her hand.
"Go!"
A massive surge of black mist emerged from the small black flag, accompanied by the wailing cries of ghosts. Many ferocious ghosts intermittently appeared inside, each baring teeth and claws at Que Wushuang, hissing menacingly. Contrary to being startled, Que Wushuang seemed pleased.
"You truly practice both paths!"
