No sooner had she left than a gray-robed elder, thin as a bamboo pole, abruptly appeared on the Thirty-Third Floor. He was precisely the avatar Zhou Sihong had painstakingly cultivated.
Lord Mingshui's phantom emerged soon after. Specks of blue light surged around him, transforming into foot-long blue water blades that shot toward the gray-robed elder amid a barrage of sharp hissing through the air.
The gray-robed elder remained unruffled. With a light flick of the white whisk in his hand, dense strands shot forth and wove themselves into a giant white net over thirty meters wide, blocking the way before him.
The dense blue water blades sank into the giant white net, producing a series of muffled impacts before all turning into puddles of clear water.
Ripples stirred in the air above Lord Mingshui's head, and a Black Ghost Claw several meters wide abruptly appeared. Its ten fingers were long and slender, gleaming with an eerie light as it reached for Lord Mingshui's head like fishing the moon from the sea.
With a muffled tear, Lord Mingshui's head was crushed to pieces, turning into specks of blue light that vanished without a trace.
Blue light flashed in the air dozens of meters away, revealing Lord Mingshui's figure. What had just been destroyed was clearly a phantom.
A shrill whistle tore through the air as a dense mass of fine threads shot over, while two nearly invisible ghostly figures pounced at the same time.
For a time, explosions rang out without end, and waves of air billowed wildly.
On a desolate island, Wang Changsheng was speaking with Wang Mengbin and the others.
Wang Qingjun, Wang Qingqing, Wang Mengbin, and Wang Huaxiao had successively left the Town Immortal Pagoda. So far, Wang Qingqing and Wang Mengbin had achieved the best results,