Yin energy poured like ink, and from within the nine pillars of light came the faint howls of fierce ghosts.
The cultivators presiding over the formation each held a small black flag in their hands, gently waving them without cease. Every one of these people was a Nascent Soul Cultivator, yet at this very moment, each of their faces was as pale as a corpse's. It was because their magic power had been overdrawn.
Yet they could no longer worry about that. As long as they opened the passage leading to the Indeterminate River, they would have rendered the foremost merit. Once the Asura God Blood was obtained, there would naturally be benefits for them.
According to the ancestor, advancing to the rank of great cultivator would be no problem. With such temptation right before their eyes, only a fool would not work hard!
Although there were nine cultivators presiding over the formation in all, Blood Luo Child was the one in charge among them. After several more breaths, he abruptly opened his eyes and raised both hands high.
Seeing him make this gesture, the other cultivators seemed to have received an order. Each struck out a spell art, and the Formation Flags in their hands slowly floated up, sinking respectively into a pillar of light beside them.
Boom!
An even more savage yin wind raged. Several pillars of light swelled violently, each expanding by a full circle, and leaping arcs of electricity surfaced on their exteriors.
Hissing sounds endlessly rang in their ears...
An even stranger thing happened. On the surface of the compass-shaped boulder, a ferocious ghost face emerged.
Not only did it have a blue face and protruding fangs, it also had as many as six pairs of eyes. Red light shot wildly from within them, and