A cultivator at the early Flesh Desolation stage had actually managed to summon an evil ghost with cultivation at least at the late Flesh Desolation stage.
The sight was truly somewhat unimaginable.
Was he not afraid of suffering a backlash from the evil ghost?
Yang An froze for a moment, growing even more puzzled.
Early Flesh Desolation cultivation could not suppress a more powerful evil ghost.
Moreover, that was not the only thing puzzling Yang An. Not only could he sense cultivation fluctuations from that evil ghost, but he could also sense an intense aura of sorcery from it. It did not seem ordinary.
It gave him the feeling that this evil ghost was not truly condensed from a physical body, but formed from a spell. Yet it was far too lifelike, not the least bit illusory.
When that disciple displayed such a spectacle, the other disciples immediately clapped and praised him. Even Old Man Zhuanyu smiled.
"Not bad! To cultivate the Shell Nurturing Technique to such a realm, with your shell's cultivation already two minor realms above your own, is truly impressive."
Old Man Zhuanyu did not stint on his praise.
Hearing Old Man Zhuanyu's praise, the disciple immediately beamed with delight. He promptly withdrew his spell and obediently stepped back.
Yet before long, streams of black qi began to emanate from his body, wildly spilling from every pore. His face twisted in pain, and he collapsed to the ground, rolling about in agony.
However, everyone else was already accustomed to it and paid him no attention. Another person stepped forward instead, drawing the gaze of everyone present.
He spoke and acted just like the previous person. But unlike the first, he used the sharp nails of his right hand to slice open the flesh of his left hand.