The identity of this Nascent Soul Realm ghost was already on the verge of being spoken aloud.
Corpse Demon!
Of course, it had not been refined by a cultivator, but had formed naturally when a corpse gained sentience.
Looking at the golden light around Ouyang's body, his eyes narrowed slightly, faint vigilance showing in them.
A Dharma Manifestation?
This was rather astonishing. Generally speaking, weren't Buddhist Sect immortal cultivators the only ones who possessed similar divine abilities? Demonic beings also had similar secret arts of demonic manifestations.
Although this woman's Sound Wave Technique was peculiar, it should belong to the orthodox mystic arts of the Daoist School...
Amid the Corpse Demon's shock, a bit more vigilance naturally appeared in his eyes.
He did not dare let this woman continue casting, either. With a fierce roar, cracking and popping sounds entered the ear. His clothes were stretched until they split, and his height actually surged by a foot. His corpse hair turned a lurid red, and a nauseating stench of blood spread out.
Then he raised one hand, and along with sharp chi chi sounds tearing through the air, space blurred. Countless claw-lights appeared three feet before the young woman.
The oncoming notes were like paper, torn apart with effortless ease. Though this Refined Corpse was despicable and insidious, there was truly nothing to criticize about his divine abilities. At least among existences at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, he counted as outstanding.
However, Ouyang still had both eyes tightly shut, as if completely unaware that danger was already within arm's reach. The Corpse Demon first froze, then his expression was replaced by wild joy and viciousness. He urged his magic power on, and those claw-lights grew even fiercer and swifter...
Just as they were about to pierce the young woman's