Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1502: Opportunity to Weaken Feng Yin

Chapter 1502: Opportunity to Weaken Feng Yin

They were at a stalemate. Both spirit items were filled with soul power, and both were thinking of devouring the other.
Feng Yin frowned. His appearance looked a little terrifying under the dim moonlight as he discovered that the Ninth Abyssal Flame was actually extracting his soul power and trying to refine the pearl.
The Ninth Abyssal Flame pulsated more and more fiercely, and so did the soul pearl. It was unknown when the two sides would end the fight.
Ning Shu closely observed Feng Yin and the soul pearl. She soon discovered that Feng Yin’s ghost body was dimmer than before. Ning Shu guessed that the Ninth Abyssal Flame must be absorbing his power, or else, how could it suddenly make a comeback with such intensity?
Ning Shu’s heart pounded. Perhaps, the opportunity to weaken Feng Yin had presented itself.
She reached into the cloth bag and took out a stack of talismans, which were drawn with Feng Yin’s ashes.
Ning Shu pinched a talisman between her fingers and chanted an incantation. A few talismans flew towards Feng Yin.
When Feng Yin saw these talismans, his face showed impatience. He wanted to end this confrontation as soon as possible. Song Ruoxi was still waiting for him in the house.
He initially thought it was only a sneaky rat, but he never imagined he would get into such a deadlock.
Feng Yin flicked his sleeve at the talisman that came flying towards him. He wanted to directly destroy it, but he never thought it would still stick to his body.
As soon as the talisman touched Feng Yin’s spiritual body, rolling black smoke emerged. The Yin and baleful energy in his body spurted out, weakening his spiritual body some more.
Feng Yin frowned. How could a Daoist priest’s talisman be harmful to him? He felt a familiar power in the talisman, which had crept into his soul, and it made him very uncomfortable.
Feng Yin was in a bit of a pickle now. There were talismans suppressing him on one side, and on the other side, there was the Ninth Abyssal Flame extracting his power, trying to convert the soul pearl’s soul power into its own.
Seeing that the talisman was useful, Ning Shu took out another stack. Just as before, she chanted an incantation, and the talisman paper shot towards Feng Yin.
Feng Yin’s expression was hideous, no longer maintaining his incredibly handsome and magnificent looks. His white-as-jade face was dripping blood, and his eyes were ghastly and resentful.
This was Feng Yin’s face before he died. Although it was still the same, it was covered in blood.
Feng Yin had killed many people in anger over Song Ruoxi’s past life, and then he killed himself to join her.
Ning Shu’s spirits surged. This showed that the current Feng Yin’s power loss was severe, and he lacked the juice to even maintain his handsome looks.
Feng Yin glared at Ning Shu with murderous and boundless hostility in his eyes. Ning Shu felt chills all over her body.
The Ninth Abyssal Flame was still absorbing Feng Yin’s power to refine the soul pearl.
The result of the confrontation was too much for Feng Yin to bear.
Who knew if it was Ning Shu’s imagination, but she felt that the soul pearl was smaller than before, indicating that its power was weakening.
After some pondering, Ning Shu placed a formation around it, the Yang assembling spell formation.
With the Yang assembling spell formation, the surrounding Yin and baleful energy gradually diminished, and the moonlight became brighter.
Feng Yin stretched out his hand. It extended infinitely, trying to strangle Ning Shu’s neck. Ning Shu held the cinnabar-soaked peachwood sword and stabbed it into Feng Yin’s hand.
Billowing black smoke came out of the place where the sword hit. However, Feng Yin ignored the sizzling hand and slapped Ning Shu’s chest.
Ning Shu flew backward, hit the street lamp, and spat a mouthful of black blood. She barely glanced upward and saw Feng Yin’s hand coming towards her.
Ning Shu hurriedly took out the Ancestral Master’s compass. Feng Yin’s coming hand slapped the compass, which shone with a golden light. It put up a defense against the enormous hand.
Ning Shu got some sense of the situation and inserted her spiritual energy in the compass. There was the sound of a dragon roaring, and something like a dragon or a snake came out of the compass, ruthlessly rushing towards Feng Yin’s hand. A massive explosion sounded when the two collided, and Ning Shu’s ears instantly went deaf.
The force caused the golden dragon conjured by the compass to turn into specks of golden light and disappear, having taken the blow for Ning Shu.
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