The Golden Crow!
A legendary True Spirit.
Though it could not compare with the Phoenix, the King of Hundred Birds.
Its strength was not something to be lightly insulted, either—especially since this creature excelled at devouring Demon Ghosts. Thus, it was all the more the most dreaded nemesis of Yinhun and ghostly beings.
Although this Mountain-Peak Golden Crow Scroll possessed less than one ten-thousandth of a true Golden Crow's might, since its essence soul was sealed within, it had naturally inherited this True Spirit's trait of delighting in Demon Ghosts.
In other words, it was precisely the thing that gave the Skull Artifact a headache. And so, when the two came into contact, after only a few exchanges, the Golden Crow seized the overwhelming upper hand.
Old Freak Zhong was truly both shocked and furious. This Ten Thousand Soul Banner was not something he had refined himself, but the sect's treasure that upheld the sect. It was only that its baleful aura was too heavy, and ordinary Spirit Division Stage cultivators simply did not dare use it. Only after he had successfully advanced to the Minor Tribulation Transcendence Stage did he dare drive this treasure.
He had originally intended to achieve victory with one strike, yet he had never expected it to be restrained by the other party's strange Dharma Treasure again.
Was this a joke? Was this truly a method a Spirit Division Stage cultivator could use?
Before this thought had even finished turning through his mind, one of the twelve giant mountains flashed with spiritual light, then vanished.
In the next instant, it abruptly appeared above his head, showing no courtesy at all as it came smashing down viciously.
Old Freak Zhong's face changed drastically. Though his eyesight was extraordinary, and he had long since seen that these