They condensed into several dozen white-bone Ghost Forks, gleaming with cold light.
"Go!"
Lin Xuan pointed at the Formation Disk, and the Ghost Forks instantly shot out like arrows loosed from a mighty bow, carrying the force of wind and thunder as they stabbed viciously toward the yellow cloud mass.
As for the evil ghost, it showed no weakness either. It opened its bloody maw, bared its sharp fangs, and bit down toward the other end of the cloud mass.
A pincer attack from front and back!
He refused to believe he still could not break this bizarre spell. Yet just then, an earthshaking roar rang out. The yellow mist began to churn without stopping, and as a fierce wind blew past, the monster's true appearance within finally revealed itself.
Its body was simply like a small mountain, its four legs like pillars holding up the sky, but the most eye-catching part was still the glossy black hard shell on its back. The patterns upon it were profound and ancient, as if they belonged to some creature from the ancient Primordial Era.
Lin Xuan's expression changed. Dumbstruck, he stared at the monster before him.
Black Tortoise!
A legendary sacred beast of the Spirit World.
In that case...
Inside the other three cloud masses...
Lin Xuan looked around blankly, and the scene he saw matched the guess in his heart thread for thread... yet he would rather he had guessed wrong.
On the left was an Azure Dragon more than ten zhang long, its aura overbearing.
On the right, the White Tiger was mighty and imposing, divine light blazing in its eyes as it had already locked firmly onto his figure.
As for the last one, it was the fire-attribute Vermilion Bird.
The Four Sacred Beasts!
Even in the Spirit World,