Thousand Calabash True Lord transformed into an Azure Rainbow and charged straight toward Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.
Clang, clang, clang!
A hurried peal of drum sound rang out. Thousand Calabash True Lord's face contorted in pain, his features twisting as he fell from midair.
A mournful Ghost Wail rang out, containing the voices of men and women, old and young alike. Anyone who heard it felt dispirited and downcast.
Countless ghostly shadows descended from the heavens. They made all kinds of savage gestures and pounced toward Thousand Calabash True Lord.
Thousand Calabash True Lord suddenly found his vision blurring. In the next moment, he had broken into a gray, murky space. Waves of shrill Ghost Wail reached his ears, accompanied by gusts of sinister wind.
The surroundings were pitch-black. Through layer upon layer of ghostly fog, he could vaguely see countless hideous ghostly shadows.
"Not good, an illusion."
Thousand Calabash True Lord inwardly cried out in alarm, his expression turning extremely ugly.
Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan watched as the Myriad Ghosts Whip lashed toward Thousand Calabash True Lord. If it struck him, he would be crippled even if he did not die.
Just then, a red light suddenly lit up before Thousand Calabash True Lord. It was Shangguan Tianhong. The Golden Dragon Axe in his hand erupted with blinding golden light and cleaved toward the sky above.
Ouyang Yu felt her field of vision turn golden. A golden full moon flew out of the Golden Dragon Axe and slashed toward the Myriad Ghosts Whip.
Clang!
Sparks flew in all directions. Countless ghostly shadows were shattered by the Golden Dragon Axe, emitting waves of shrill, miserable cries.
"Daoist Lin, wake up already!"
Shangguan Tianhong shouted, his voice ringing like a great bell and shaking the void until it warped