She had willingly become the Artifact Spirit of the Myriad Ghosts Token solely to leave this damned place where she had been trapped for over four thousand years. Unfortunately, her wish had not been fulfilled. Ye Haitang was a ghost cultivator, yet she could enter and leave this place with the power of the Golden Jade Buddha Amulet. That gave her hope of getting out.
She could do nothing to Ye Haitang, and Ye Haitang could do nothing to her either. But if the stalemate continued, Ye Haitang would surely lose. All Ye Haitang had to rely on was the Golden Jade Buddha Amulet.
A chill flared in Zhao Meier's eyes. The black seawater below churned violently like boiling water, and a bubble rose to the surface.
Rumble!
Amid a muffled roar, a black mountain of water over a hundred zhang tall appeared out of thin air on the sea's surface. Chilling winds howled, while the cries of ghosts and wails of spirits rose and fell one after another. Within the dense yin energy, savage ghostly silhouettes could faintly be seen, enough to make one tremble in terror.
Ye Haitang's face paled. She was now caught between advancing and retreating. Zhao Meier had assumed an all-or-nothing stance, leaving her with no other choice.
Zhao Meier held the advantage of timing and terrain, while Ye Haitang could only rely on the Golden Jade Buddha Amulet. Without it, she would undoubtedly die. Zhao Meier clearly valued the Golden Jade Buddha Amulet greatly; otherwise, if they truly tore off all pretense, Ye Haitang would be no match for her.
Ye Haitang frowned deeply, realizing she had no better option. Strictly speaking, the initiative rested in Zhao Meier's hands. If Zhao Meier decided the Golden Jade Buddha Amulet was useless, there would be no