Strike When Needed

"Watch the child. I'll go out and have a look." Feng Jiu said to Leng Shuang, and then went striding towards the outside.

Opening the door, the several ghost spirits were fallen upon the ground and howling pitifully. Up in midair, streaks of bright Qi rained down, lashing upon the ghost spirits with a series of loud vicious sounding swooshes.

Seeing the several ghostly figures on the ground had turned very faint like spirits that would scatter and disperse at any moment, Feng Jiu's eyes glinted sharply as she raised them up to glance at the priest waving the whisk he was holding. With a flick of her hand, a silver needle wedged between two fingers shot out with a swish straight towards the man hovering in midair.

'Swoosh!'