Wang Qiu and the others initially wanted to intervene and save them, but they saw the person who had just attempted a rescue get burned to death by the flames.

This quashed their intentions of saving anyone.

The black flame was untouchable.

Touch it and die.

Mo Lin was alone, blocking the group of over a dozen people.

Wang Qiu and his peers dared not touch the black flame recklessly at this moment.

Mo Lin slowly raised his hand, and the black flames around him began to contract.

Bit by bit, they closed in on Wang Qiu and the others.

Wang Qiu thought to himself that this was bad.

"Thud!"

Wang Qiu dropped to his knees.

The others followed suit, mimicking Wang Qiu's actions.

It was clear they were not kneeling to Mo Lin.

Nor were they admitting any fault.

It seemed they were worshipping something.

"Please, Ancestor, take action!" Wang Qiu shouted aloud.

"Please, Ancestor, take action," the others repeated.

Then, a dark cloud materialized in the sky.

Within the cloud was a black shadow.

A huge black hand fell out of nowhere, extinguishing the black flames directly.

A terrifying oppressive force surged in.

Mo Lin couldn't help but frown.

"Don't be afraid, leave the Black Demon to me!" The voice of the Three Nightmare Immortals rang out.

Then, two figures could be seen entangled in the air.

The Black Demon should be the shadow that appeared in the sky just now.

It seemed to be an entity equal in rank to the Three Nightmare Immortals.

It must be said, the Three Nightmare Immortals came through when necessary.

The expenditure was well worth it.

She had likely been accompanying Mo Lin these past days.

The ghost known as the Black Demon was stopped.

Wang Qiu and his group lost their backing.

Mo Lin waved his hand again, and the Netherworld's Nether Fire reignited.

Black flames hovered around Mo Lin's body.

Mo Lin charged directly at one man in a black robe.

The man gritted his teeth and staked five hundred years of his lifespan!

This was his trump card.

Five hundred years of lifespan was all the man's capital, an all-or-nothing move.

The five hundred years coalesced in the air, forming a skull that lunged at Mo Lin.

He wasn't the only one using this move.

Wang Qiu and the others utilized the same technique.

The skulls floated in the air.

About a dozen skulls gathered in midair.

A testament to their unity, they even used the same techniques.

Each skull represented five hundred years of life.

A dozen skulls were indeed bothersome.

Mo Lin used the Netherworld's Nether Fire to suppress the skulls.

The Netherworld's Nether Fire is formidable, yet it is not invincible.

These skulls could counteract the damage from the Netherworld's Nether Fire.

A dozen skulls meant over five thousand years of life.

This was a duel between divine fire and lifespan.

The strength of the divine fire depended on Mo Lin's prowess.

Clearly, Mo Lin was not strong enough right now.

The Netherworld's Nether Fire diminished under the pressure of the skulls, shrinking bit by bit.

What had looked like a wave of Netherworld's Nether Fire now diminished to just over a meter in length.

It flickered like a tiny flame.

Wang Qiu wore a satisfied smile, "Kid, you can die now."

Suddenly, Mo Lin withdrew the Netherworld's Nether Fire.

Wang Qiu and the others assumed Mo Lin was giving up the struggle.

"Don't give up, I can save you," Three Nightmare Immortals' voice came from the sky.

She too believed Mo Lin had given up.

The Three Nightmare Immortals didn't want Mo Lin to die.

Mo Lin promised to contribute ten thousand Netherworld Coins to her every month.

If Mo Lin died, it would be a significant loss for the Three Nightmare Immortals.

"Who says I'm giving up?"

Mo Lin smirked coldly, "I'll try a trump card!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

"Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill!"

Mo Lin snorted coldly.

Mo Lin wasn't summoning a ghost.

Without sufficient Ghost Qi, summoning a ghost was impossible.

This time, Mo Lin wasn't summoning a ghost.

Mo Lin slowly opened his mouth.

A golden light poured out of Mo Lin's mouth.

A small figure in gold dragon robes.

Adorned with a golden jade crown.

An unparalleled majesty erupted from its being.

It somewhat resembled an ancient emperor in yellow robes!

The golden figure slowly opened its eyes.

At the moment it opened its eyes, everything around them ceased to function.

The skulls in the sky developed web-like cracks immediately, then exploded.

The golden figure looked up, gazing at the sky.

The battling Three Nightmare Immortals suddenly stopped their movements.

"How is this guy here!" The Three Nightmare Immortals' words carried a hint of dread.

"This kid is unexpectedly blessed."

The other ghost known as the Black Demon in the sky also expressed surprise.

The golden figure, showing no distinction between friend or foe, looked to the sky, preparing to raise its hand.

"My lord... spare me! I'll leave immediately." The Three Nightmare Immortals exclaimed in shock, then disappeared immediately.

The other ghost known as the Black Demon vanished alongside her.

A trace of dread appeared in the depths of Wang Qiu and the others' eyes.

"What was that?" A man in black exclaimed.

The others echoed his exclamations, "What's happening? Why can't we move?"

They found themselves unable to move.

The golden figure floated slowly in the air.

It surveyed the surroundings.

"The calamity... has it finally struck the mortal world?" The golden figure murmured.

It glanced at Mo Lin.

Seven years ago, it had been wounded, its Dharma Body shattered, and its Dao Practice fallen—it was Mo Lin who saved it.

And so it promised to be Mo Lin's Five-organ Ghost, to protect Mo Lin's life.

The golden figure suddenly sensed something.

"Something's wrong... seems like I've been detected."

If those terrifying entities discovered that it was still alive, they would stop at nothing to find it.

The golden figure then transformed into a ray of light, slipping back into Mo Lin's mouth.

Its presence completely vanished.

After the golden figure disappeared, Wang Qiu and the others regained their ability to move.

"What was that?" the man in black asked in astonishment.

Wang Qiu took a deep breath and uttered two words, "City God!"

His voice wasn't loud, but each word was clear.

Upon hearing the words City God, everyone present was momentarily stunned.

City God.

He belonged to the rank of immortals.

Such a terrifying existence was still alive?

They were all deeply surprised.

That Mo Lin could summon the City God was even more astonishing to them.

They were curious about Mo Lin's identity.

Earlier, in the Nightmare Realm, Mo Lin was preparing to summon the City God.

But for various reasons, he hadn't.

"Run!" Wang Qiu instructed those around him.

They had all recently depleted five hundred years of their life force, significantly weakening them.

Unable to fight Mo Lin to the death, fleeing was the best option.

So everyone dispersed and ran in different directions.

It was time for Mo Lin to collect.

These people had run out of tricks; Mo Lin, however, still had cards to play.

Mo Lin waved his hand once more, deploying the Netherworld's Nether Fire.

In his palm, Mo Lin gathered a ball of the Netherworld's Nether Fire, and like throwing a sandbag, he hurled it into the crowd.

Initially, the Netherworld's Nether Fire was the size of a fist, but upon landing among the crowd, it transformed into a black fire dragon over ten meters long.

It devoured the crowd.

Wang Qiu and the others struggled painfully in the flames, trying to extinguish them.

But it was of no use.

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