Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 982: Chapter 692: The Lost Lantern_2

Observing this battle gave Yang Xiao great insights into how to use the Drama Robe in the future. As for the enemies of the Opera Robe Ghost, the other four individuals each demonstrated their unique skills. The scene wasn’t flashy, but every attack was deadly.

After watching for a while, Yang Xiao began to notice a pattern. One of the four attackers, the Young Master, had yet to make a move. He only dodged the Opera Robe Ghost’s attacks, constantly shifting his position, probing cautiously.

The other three fighters were desperately entangled with the Opera Robe Ghost, willing to exchange injuries for opportunities to strike her.

Their cooperation was precise: a sloppy Monk wearing an open and disheveled robe wielded a Tiger Head Guillotine Knife and engaged her in close combat; a person dressed in a Patchwork Robe, adorned with a feather-filled hat resembling a shaman, stood at a safer distance, waving the Soul Summoning Banner.

The Armored General held the Spiritual Plaque to counter the Ghost Coffin. Whether the Ghost Coffin lunged at the shaman or the man in the Black Gauze Cap, the general would intercept it, enduring his own injuries to protect his teammates.

This was an exceptionally skilled team—with melee fighters, ranged attackers, and a tank to absorb hits. But Yang Xiao understood the most dangerous one in the group was the man in the Black Gauze Cap. He was an assassin, patiently waiting for the opportune moment to strike. When he attacked, it would be with lethal precision—he was the core of the entire operation.

Their goal was clear: to kill the Opera Robe Ghost. Judging by their actions, their ultimate objective seemed to be the Drama Robe she wore.

What a remarkable treasure—it was something Yang Xiao could deeply appreciate.

No matter how strong the Opera Robe Ghost was, she couldn’t withstand such relentless depletion. Yang Xiao could visibly observe her spiritual power nearing exhaustion. Even the once unstoppable Ghost Coffin had become sluggish and unwieldy, while the Armored General himself appeared to be on the brink of collapse.

At that exact moment, a figure suddenly moved—it was the Young Master wearing the Black Gauze Cap. With astonishing speed, he retrieved a Magic Artifact from behind him. The moment the artifact appeared, Yang Xiao was stunned.

It was a lantern—old-fashioned in design, an octagonal shape with an archaic air. A familiar green light spilled out from it, casting a ghastly hue over the ground.

Yang Xiao’s pupils shrank abruptly, and his breathing halted for a brief moment. He could never have anticipated that this man’s Magic Artifact would turn out to be the Ghost Lantern he held in his own hands!

In the next instant, the Young Master raised the Ghost Lantern and swept its light mercilessly toward the exhausted Opera Robe Ghost. Immediately, a Green Light Cage took form, imprisoning her inside.

This cage was far more powerful than anything Yang Xiao could produce. More importantly, floating above the Green Light Cage was a hazy silhouette resembling a balance scale. At one end of the scale stood the imprisoned Opera Robe Ghost; on the other stood the Young Master.

The scale began to visibly tilt toward the Opera Robe Ghost. Then, in the blink of an eye, a chilling scene unfolded. The Young Master, positioned on the opposite side of the scale, seemed suddenly immobilized, as though restrained by some invisible force. His body hovered as an eerie and inexplicable deep green flame ignited at his feet. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The flame was not hot or fierce but carried a bone-chilling sensation—a coldness that evoked terror, as though it burned directly from the Netherworld Hell.

Though the ghostly fire did not scorch the Young Master’s garments, even his stoic and enduring nature couldn’t shield him from the torment. Gripping the lantern’s handle tightly, he refused to let go despite the agonizing blaze engulfing him, as wisps of white mist began to rise from his body.

Yang Xiao had a distinct feeling—the white mist seemed to be either the Young Master’s spiritual energy or an intangible essence of his soul.

The Young Master opened his mouth wide, shouting toward the outside. Unfortunately, Yang Xiao saw his movements but couldn’t decipher what he was yelling.

Soon enough, the remaining three fighters rushed to the Young Master’s aid, brandishing their Magic Artifacts as they joined him. Together, their combined efforts caused the scales to tilt back toward their side. When the Opera Robe Ghost, along with the Green Light Cage, was hoisted upward, deep green flames ignited under her feet. Meanwhile, the ghostly fire under the Young Master disappeared.

At that moment, Yang Xiao got a clear look at the Ghost Lantern in the Young Master’s hands—it was not the same as the one he owned.

The lanterns were identical in design, but the difference lay in the handle. The handle of Yang Xiao’s Ghost Lantern was made of black wood, whereas the Young Master’s had a handle constructed from a golden-bronze-like metal shaped like a balance scale. Faintly visible were notch-like markings resembling calibration points.

There was no doubt now—this was the complete, unbroken form of the Ghost Lantern. It was no wonder why his elder uncle once said that the Ghost Lantern Yang Xiao held was merely a defective version, missing this critical balance scale!

The Opera Robe Ghost was now completely subdued. She struggled in vain to manipulate the Ghost Coffin, attempting to break free from the Green Light Cage. But it was all futile—streams of white mist began to pour from her seven orifices, rising steadily upward as her resistance waned progressively.

Just when Yang Xiao thought the Opera Robe Ghost would meet her demise in this manner, she suddenly stopped struggling. The lid of the Blood Coffin sprang open with a resounding "bang!" The woman plunged forward, clutching onto the coffin edge, casting her final glance toward the Young Master’s direction before diving inside. In that instant, as the coffin lid sealed shut seamlessly, the Ghost Coffin began to tremble violently.

A second later, as though being yanked by some horrifying force, the Green Light Cage imprisoning both the Opera Robe Ghost and the Ghost Coffin started collapsing—the walls folding inward bit by bit.

Yang Xiao instinctively backed away. He could sense the Opera Robe Ghost had reached her limit. She was preparing to gamble everything, risking mutual destruction to drag all four of her enemies to their death.