He Yiner's second successful summoning directly turned the tide.
The five Zhang Xiangguang who had re-emerged in the second wave suffered a severe blow, directly corrupted by the supernatural power into a heap of grave soil, becoming five small mounds on the ground. Such mounds seemed familiar, appearing in many haunted places. It's unknown whether the mounds seen before were traces left by this decayed old man summoned here.
"This old guy is impressive, wiped out all Zhang Xiangguang at once." Zhou Deng, now safe and sound, felt indescribable joy.
"Zhou Deng, mind your words." He Yiner glared at him fiercely.
The summoned soul is conscious, even if temporarily, it cannot be treated as a manipulable entity. If offended, it might turn against them.
Who knows what temperament this decayed old man had in life.
The decayed old man's shape, although gradually blurring, glanced slightly at Zhou Deng upon hearing his words: "Don't young people know how to respect the elderly?"
