Realm of the Night God

As Master Jiang and others inserted the formation flags into their designated positions, all the flags immediately rustled in the gloomy wind. No matter how fiercely the wind howled, it couldn't roll them up. The moment they were inserted into the ground, they seemed as firmly rooted as ancient trees.

Spiritual light emanated from the flags, and a continuous breaking sound filled the air. Threads of spiritual lines were drawn above the ground. In the blink of an eye, a huge and intricate formation centered around the Ghost Building was successfully arranged.

A buzzing sound emerged as the formation released a light curtain, enveloping the entire Ghost Building. With the cover of this light curtain, the scene before them instantly changed.

The howling wind ceased, the formations on the ground disappeared, and the suddenly risen light curtain also dissipated, as if it had never appeared at all.

Under the moonlight, the Ghost Building remained eerie and terrifying, yet compared to before, it now seemed much quieter, filled with a strange silence.

There was no howling wind, no mournful cries, no chilling ghostly laughter. Even the weeds in the courtyard of the Ghost Building seemed frozen in place, motionless.

If the Ghost Building appeared still at this moment, the situation outside was quite the opposite. Not only could insects be heard, but Master Jiang and the Night Watch were also seen converging towards Deng Feng's location.

As Deng Feng had previously said, once the formation was successfully arranged, looking at the Ghost Building from the outside was like looking at a painting.

At this moment, the Ghost Building did indeed resemble a still painting. However, Yang Haoran would not naively believe that this formation only served such a purpose. Deng Feng was willing to expend Yin spirit power to intercept the figure inside the Ghost Building, not just to deceive people's eyes and ears so simply.

Deng Feng spoke solemnly. Although his voice sounded somewhat immature, no one present would underestimate him or defy his intentions because of it.

Yang Haoran got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and walked towards Deng Feng.

He had just been blasted away by the Yin spirit power emanating from Deng Feng's body. If an ordinary person had experienced such a thing, they would have easily broken several bones. Fortunately, Yang Haoran was not an ordinary person. Although he felt a bit uncomfortable, it was not a big problem.

Seeing Yang Haoran being blown away, many members of the Night Watch showed expressions of relief. Yang Haoran noticed this but didn't hold it against them. Instead, he looked towards Master Jiang.

At that moment, Master Jiang also looked at him. Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke. They simply exchanged a glance before withdrawing their gazes. Then, they followed Deng Feng towards the Ghost Building together.

Yang Haoran secretly activated his ghost eye. As his eyes turned as black as ink, the world he saw changed.

The formations on the ground came into view again, and the disappeared light curtain reappeared. Through the light curtain, he could see gusts of wind swirling in the courtyard of the Ghost Building, causing the weeds to sway wildly. The rusty iron gates and dilapidated windows continuously banged against the walls!

This was the most authentic scene, but due to the formation, it was hidden, invisible to the naked eye.

Although Yang Haoran could see the most authentic scene with his ghost eye activated, he couldn't hear any sound coming from inside the light curtain due to the influence of the formation. Standing outside the light curtain, he couldn't hear anything that happened inside.

Standing in front of the light curtain, Deng Feng waved his hand, and several black lights shot into the bodies of Yang Haoran and the others.

"These are imprints. With these imprints, you won't be repelled when entering 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, and he easily entered it.

The other members of the Night Watch followed closely behind. Due to the imprints on their bodies, they also easily entered the light curtain.

The moment they entered the light curtain, the sound of howling wind and the laughter and cries of ghost souls once again reached their ears.

Yang Haoran's expression was solemn. To a Night Watch like him, neither the howling wind nor the bitter laughter of ghost souls held any terror. He scanned the surroundings and found nothing unusual. To conserve Yin spirit power, he voluntarily dispelled his ghost eye.

"Deng Feng, how dare you play tricks with me. None of you will escape from here tonight!"

A hoarse female voice sounded again, and with it came a powerful pressure, pressing down on everyone like a mountain.

Deng Feng let out a cold snort, facing the powerful pressure alone with his own momentum.

"Escape? Why would I want to escape? Zhong Siyu, you always thought that this divine envoy wouldn't dare to touch you, right? Tonight, I'll let you see with your own eyes how I dismantle this Ghost Building!"

Despite his diminutive stature and somewhat youthful appearance, Deng Feng's words carried a domineering aura that made people dare not underestimate him.

"Wishing to dismantle my Ghost Building? I'll dismantle your body first! And... My name isn't Zhong Siyu!"

A hoarse and frenzied voice echoed above the Ghost Building as terrifying Yin Qi emanated from it. The density of this Yin Qi was terrifying, resembling a fire engulfing the Ghost Building, emitting billows of black smoke.

The Yin Qi condensed above the Ghost Building, forming a gigantic ghostly face.

This face was neither beautiful nor ugly because its expression was too grotesque, with features twisted together, making its original appearance indiscernible.

Apart from its grotesqueness, the face exuded another sensation—madness, a pathological madness!

Though formed from Yin Qi, the face was lifelike. Its eyes were blood-red, filled with intense resentment, as it emitted a crazed and bloodthirsty laughter towards Yang Haoran and the others.

The laughter echoed in the space, causing restlessness in the hearts of all the Night Watch present, including Yang Haoran. This laughter seemed to possess a certain special ability, capable of arousing the deepest madness within its targets!

Deng Feng's expression changed. He noticed the change in the Night Watch present. If he didn't act immediately to stop it, then these Night Watch he had brought would not only fall into illusion again but also lose their sanity completely due to inner madness, becoming crazed individuals who bit at anyone they saw!

The Night Watch he had brought tonight was still useful to him. He certainly wouldn't watch his subordinates be played to death by the other party.

"Zhong Siyu, with this divine envoy here, your little tricks are useless!"

Deng Feng spoke in a deep voice. Then, with a wave of his hand, he shouted loudly, "Heaven Soul, release!"

A much more powerful wave of energy erupted from Deng Feng's body. Suddenly, a mass of ink-black Yin Qi appeared beside his right hand. The Yin Qi churned violently, like boiling water, and from it slowly rose a fist-sized skull. Beneath the skull was a bone.

Both the skull and the bone beneath it were jet-black, constantly emanating intense Yin Qi.

Seeing this scene, Yang Haoran was startled. He had witnessed a similar scene before on Xu Meijing's body, so he knew what was happening.

Deng Feng had summoned his soul weapon after activating his Heaven Soul. Although the soul weapon hadn't been fully pulled out of the Yin Qi by Deng Feng, just showing a part of it dispersed all the restlessness in their hearts.

To be honest, for a powerful existence like a soul weapon, Yang Haoran had once been quite eager. But now, he had no more desires in his heart. The reason was simple: after tonight, whether he could survive was a question.

Summoning the soul weapon, Deng Feng grabbed the bone beneath the skull, then suddenly pulled it out. A dramatically shaped bone blade emerged from the Yin Qi.

The entire bone blade was black, composed of bones of varying sizes, each emitting a strange gloom.

Xu Meijing's soul weapon, Killings, had a narrow and sharp blade, with an aesthetic appeal and an extremely sharp feeling.

However, Deng Feng's bone blade was made up of bones, with a wide and thick blade, giving off both a domineering and eerie feeling.

"This blade... is called Black Bone!"

Deng Feng roared, gripping the handle with both hands, and fiercely swung it upwards towards the menacing ghostly face in the sky!

The blade light whistled out, slashing towards the face in the sky at an extremely fast speed!

The eyes of the ghostly face flickered with red light as it spat out a stream of Yin Qi, colliding with the blade light!

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