Chapter 378 - 362: Little Junior Sister, How Did You Pick Up a City Along the Way?

Chapter 378: Chapter 362: Little Junior Sister, How Did You Pick Up a City Along the Way?

BZZZZZ—!!!

In that instant, the tide of ghosts that was about to swallow the two of them came to a halt.

A blast of white light erupted from the rat-head mask on Su Wenxuan’s face, exploding outwards in all directions!

Within the light, tens of thousands of translucent white rats materialized. They seemed to have no physical form, yet they surged outward with an overwhelming aura, sweeping away everything in their path!

SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK—!

Wherever the swarm of rats passed, the world was turned upside down!

The spirit rats passed straight through Su Wenxuan and Su Ling’er’s bodies without causing a single bit of harm. One even paused for a moment by Su Ling’er’s stunned face before rejoining the torrent and continuing to surge outward.

Everything in their path was annihilated.

The baring fangs and brandishing claws of the vengeful ghosts, the sinister, eerie-green ghost flames—all of it melted away the instant it touched the white tide of rats!

In just a single breath’s time.

The Asura Ghost Realm, where the Night Parade of Hundred Demons had run rampant on the barren mountain, was swept completely clean.

The cool, clear moonlight once again scattered down, illuminating the scorched earth.

Between heaven and earth, only the brother and sister, who had just survived a catastrophe, remained, still frozen in their original positions.

"CRACK..."

The rat-head mask on Su Wenxuan’s head was now covered in cracks. It then crumbled into a handful of dust and scattered in the wind.

He subconsciously reached up to touch his face, staring in a daze at the powder left on his fingertips.

’This... this was the mask the Boss gave me...’

’The Nine Schools Gate... so they really are this strong...’

Before he could recover from the immense shock, a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders.

"Wenxuan!!"

Su Ling’er frantically pulled her younger brother in front of her, her hands roaming all over him, checking every joint.

"Where are you hurt? Does anywhere hurt? Say something!"

Only after confirming her brother had only suffered some superficial wounds, and hadn’t been invaded by ghostly qi, did the tension finally leave Su Ling’er. She nearly collapsed to the ground.

She looked at the pile of powder on the ground that was once the mask, her heart filled with a thousand emotions.

’If not for this mask from the Nine Schools Gate, if not for that unfathomable Eldest Martial Brother... tonight, I would have lost my brother forever.’

However, the current situation didn’t allow her to linger on these feelings.

Su Ling’er snapped her head up and looked toward Anhe City.

There, the city that should have been brightly lit was now like a giant cocoon, tightly enveloped in a deathly fog.

"Sis..."

Su Wenxuan saw it too. His "hero’s dream" from moments before had shattered, replaced by worry for his family and the other citizens.

"Mom and Dad... and Wenjing, they’re still in the city! There are so many people still alive in there!"

"That thing Wenjing has doesn’t look like it will last much longer! And on our way here, we saw fires everywhere, and bad guys everywhere..."

"Sis! You have to go back! Go save them! It might be too late if you wait!"

Su Ling’er’s heart sank.

"Alright, I’m going now!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Ling’er ripped the storage pouch from her waist, grabbed a large handful of protective talismans, and slapped them all over Su Wenxuan’s body without a second thought, activating their spiritual light.

"Listen! Take these and run in that direction!"

Su Ling’er pointed toward a mountain path in the distance.

"There’s a place called Qingxu Temple that way! I sent Martial Brother Li Chunfeng to scout it out earlier. He should still be on the road. I’m going to save the others!"

"But..."

"No buts! Go, now!!"

Su Ling’er gave her brother no chance to hesitate, shoving him forward.

Watching Su Wenxuan’s back as he stumbled away down the mountain path, Su Ling’er spun around.

She looked at the city of death shrouded in fog, all traces of hesitation gone from her eyes.

"VWOOM—"

Black qi surged once more as she again transformed into a demonic being.

Even if hell itself lay ahead.

She would carve a path through it!

BOOM!

A streak of black light shot up from the ground and plunged headfirst into the churning fog!

...

「Anhe City — Center of the Ruins」

RUMBLE—!!!

A spectacular mushroom cloud rose into the air, its terrifying shockwave ravaging every inch of the sky.

Ghost Nether Elder, who was at the center of the explosion, was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

In that life-or-death moment, he had frantically channeled his Divine Sense, trying to contact the thousands of vengeful ghosts on the barren mountain outside the city to act as shields and die in his place.

However, the only response he received was dead silence.

The area was empty, as if something had erased everything there in an instant.

"Damn it! That rat!"

Ghost Nether’s eyes were practically splitting with rage. Since there were no scapegoats, he had no choice but to sacrifice his own flesh and blood!

Gritting his teeth, he thrust the Ten Thousand Souls Banner he had spent a century refining in front of him. He spat a mouthful of essence blood onto it and actually detonated the magic weapon!

Fighting an explosion with an explosion!

With a mournful shriek, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner shattered into countless fragments, shielding him from the fatal Pai Daxing impact.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Although Ghost Nether had saved his own life, he was now in tattered robes, his hair disheveled, and his aura was incredibly weak. Where was the distinguished air of a Core Formation Grand Cultivator?

"Cough, cough..." Ghost Nether was still coughing up blood.

"WHOOSH—!"

A streak of black light tore through the fog, still trailing ghostly qi as it slammed into the ruins.

Su Ling’er had arrived.

Her gaze fell upon a scene of utter devastation.

The once-bustling streets were now scorched earth, familiar shops reduced to rubble. The air was thick with the stench of burning and blood.

An irrepressible rage burned in Su Ling’er’s chest, igniting the restless bloody balefulness and resentment within her.

She immediately spotted the black-robed man, who was severely injured but still clinging to life. She didn’t know why this fiend was in such a miserable state, but—