[Fancy Torture]

The nearly dried-up Ghost Lake trembled as all the silt at its bottom shook at once, then surged and churned like black waves. It was as if something within the mud was locked in slaughter, and for a time, Sha energy shot into the sky.

Boom!!

The next second, the Demon Subduing Pestle shot into the air and pierced into the thick fog.

The blizzard stopped. The sky, which had been gradually clearing, had somehow turned gloomy, carrying a terrifying sense of "black clouds pressing down on the city until the city was about to fall."

Splash—

Muddy water surged, fanning outward as it shot in every direction.

At this point, the entire lake was completely clean, leaving behind only a hole as thick as an ordinary person's forearm, its depths impossible to see.

Whoosh!

A huge mass of pitch-black fog gushed out, staining the already gloomy clouds with a touch of ill omen. The ominous fog spread rapidly, filling his vision almost in the blink of an eye, its range impossible to gauge.

In the dim sky, a blood-colored pupil opened and stared at the lakebed below.

Rumble, rumble—

The earth began to shake and the mountains swayed, but the tremors were not as strong as during the top-tier top-tier top-tier top-tier top-tier... last Rollback. The two were simply a minor shaman compared to a great shaman; there was no comparison.

The distant mountains did not collapse, nor did the earth split open. The Great Wind that howled like ghosts and wolves never rose from beginning to end either.

"Heh." He Zhao gave a cold laugh. Sure enough, it was more or less as he had judged. The fear was not enough. Kui Blood had barely managed to write the curse, making the future Great Vehicle Buddha, the current