Chapter 895: Overestimating Oneself (2/2, Requesting Moon Tickets)

Watching Fang Yue charge into the battlefield despite her attempts to stop him, Tail felt a momentary daze.

Back then, during the escort mission in Gu Yue Cun, Ye Ge had been the same—always charging ahead, killing enemies endlessly to protect others.

"But… Ye Ge, this ghost isn't like those wild ones. This is Jingcheng, not Gu Yue Cun, not Mo Cun… how can I possibly save you…?"

Tail's heart ached, but she couldn't abandon Fang Yue; she silently stepped aside, not joining the fight, yet refusing to flee.

Ahead, as Fang Yue stormed in with wild fury, his sharp sword intent slashed like razor cuts—zing, zing, zing—cutting down the surrounding black threads.

The once wildly spreading black threads, at the moment Fang Yue entered, all snapped in unison within a hundred-meter radius—losing all capacity to regenerate!

At this moment, Fang Yue was like a force field—wherever he passed, black threads withered to nothing!

Those who noticed the anomaly rushed toward Fang Yue, screaming in panic.

"Lord, save me!"

"Lord, protect me, I'll serve you as slave or beast to repay you!"

"Lord, over here! Help! Over here!!"

Those who had already fled some distance, seeing Fang Yue descend like a divine god, immediately turned back—even at slight risk—to rush toward Fang Yue!

In just a short while, fifty to sixty people gathered around Fang Yue.

The sword intent from Fang Yue's invisible sword strikes precisely avoided these ordinary people, targeting only the black threads and the black-thread-controlled humans.

Though Fang Yue had restrained himself, the black circular wheel behind him faintly began to emerge, and his right eye started throbbing with pain.

It was the power of his Ghost Spirit Root, rising with his battle, eager to lend him strength!

"I don't need the Ghost Spirit Root's power—this level of ghost, I can handle myself!"

Fang Yue suppressed the pain in his right eye, stared at the dozen or so black-blooded humans now gathered before him, each bearing 【Ghost Eyes】, and stomped his foot—charging forward.

Like a shadowy wraith, before anyone could react, Fang Yue had already passed through them, leaving behind a crescent-shaped white slash!

Crack!

These dozen black-blooded humans split cleanly in half—upper and lower bodies severed, eyes wide in shock, never even seeing Fang Yue's strike, collapsing instantly into a dozen pieces of Disaster Stone.

Disaster Stone!?

Everyone's eyes widened.

Anyone who understood ghost power classifications knew what Disaster Stone meant.

"Small size—this is a common low-grade Disaster Stone from the black market!"

"Who cares if it's low-grade! If it's Disaster Stone, that means these ghosts are… Disaster-class! Even low-tier Disaster-class, that's over a dozen Disaster-class ghosts—and if not for this Lord's arrival, their numbers would've kept growing, endlessly!"

As they spoke, another row of black-blooded humans surged from the far end of the street, lined up in a row—roughly thirty or more.

No! Wrong!

Only when this new wave of black-blooded ghosts rapidly closed in like teleportation did they realize—the line wasn't one row, but three.

Meaning, the ghosts charging toward them numbered nearly a hundred!

Nearly a hundred Disaster-class ghosts!

The concept, the Ghost Content, utterly paralyzed these civilians who'd never seen such a scene.

Some, panicked beyond reason, ignored others' shouts, shoved through the crowd, and fled wildly backward, desperate to escape Fang Yue and the ghosts.

This act made others stir with the same urge; seeing the fleeing man already reduced to a tiny black dot without harm, they grew eager to follow.

Many couldn't resist the urge to mimic him and bolt backward.

Yet no sooner had they run a short distance than the man who'd become the tiny black dot suddenly let out continuous screams—"Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!"—his body impaled by black threads erupting from the ground, hoisted high like a lantern, turning into a corpse. As the threads pulsed like veins into his body, his corpse swelled like water filling a sack, then—Boom! —exploded into a rain of Blood Rain, splattering down with a splash, drenching those trying to flee.

"Aaaahhhhh!"

"Waaaaahhh!"

"Help! Help! Lord, save us!!"

Those who had fled now crawled back to Fang Yue's side, rolling and scrambling like beaten dogs.

Fang Yue could protect only a limited number of people, within a limited range.

If someone chose not to live, stepping beyond his protection zone, there was no need to save them.

Besides, Fang Yue noticed Tail hiding in a corner nearby—still within his protection range.

So now, there was only one thing to do.

He stomped his foot—and shot forward with a whoosh!

Skating Footwork!

Frozen Heart Method!

And… Empty Ice Sword Art!

Sword Piercing Heaven! Fang Yue transformed into a razor-sharp sword tip, cleaving through all, charging straight at the foremost black-blooded ghost!

Before he even neared, his piercing sword intent ripped through the ghost's body from top to bottom, splitting it cleanly in two!

At the same time, Fang Yue sensed something different.

These black-blooded ghosts were stronger than the few he'd faced earlier!

Had they grown stronger over time? Or were they inherently stronger? Or had some unknown change occurred?

Fang Yue had no way to know the answers—he only knew he had to move faster!

He must resolve these ghosts swiftly, denying them any chance to grow!

His relentless sword intent, after cleaving through the first dozen ghosts, surged onward like a cataclysm—BOOM! —carving a deep, hundred-meter-long trench, causing massive destruction.

The remaining ghosts scattered, surrounding Fang Yue in a ring.

"You really dare fight me? Do you Disaster-class Xiao Guiyi even know the value of a Cloud-level martial artist with three layers of Empty Ice Sword Art, four layers of Frozen Heart Method, and a true Ghost Spirit Root owner?"

Fang Yue's right eye throbbed, burned, oozing black blood.

The black disc behind him silently emerged, expanded, and spun on its own.

He was laughing.

Battle made him excited!

Boom—

The black disc above his head, at this moment, suddenly seemed to sense something, and once again transformed into a small black thundercloud, flashing lightning above Fang Yue's head!

Just as Fang Yue was in high spirits, he suddenly sensed that in the distance a black-blooded guai that had slipped through the net was rapidly approaching the place where the tail was hiding.

The rapidly spreading black line was already close to the tail's position.

His face changed. Fang Yue's figure flashed, and he was already madly dashing toward the tail's position.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The surrounding black-blooded guai saw this, like flies that had caught a scent, all leapt up together and pounced toward Fang Yue.

Dozens of guai leapt up together, blocking out even the sunlight like a sheet of black cloth.

(End of this chapter)