Lin Xuan's brows furrowed slightly. Though his hands still drove the Mystic Fire Divine Pearl, his divine sense began to move around their surroundings, and he himself retreated several zhang, whether intentionally or not, arriving in the direction of the canyon entrance.
As for the ghost king locked in battle with them, though its cultivation was nothing impressive, its defensive divine abilities were first-rate. Under the combined assault of four human cultivators, it was hard-pressed and flailing left and right, but destroying it still was not an easy matter.
Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Lin Xuan caught sight of Lie Haipeng. A trace of anxiety had appeared in the eyes of this Seven Absolutes Heaven steward.
Their side clearly held the overwhelming advantage. Victory was beyond doubt; at most, it would only take a little more time. What was he worried about?
A hint of strangeness rose in Lin Xuan's heart, making him feel even more that this matter was probably not so simple.
Suddenly, wind and clouds changed. The weather inexplicably darkened, wails of ghosts erupted all around, and the yin wind scraped over them until their whole bodies turned cold.
Several black shadows swept over from the distance, and the pressure they carried made the cultivators' expressions change drastically. All of them stopped at once.
"What's going on? Didn't they say there was only one ghost king? These are..."
Looking at the shadowy figures before him, Yuan Dahai's cheek twitched, and he sternly questioned Lie Haipeng.
One, two, three, four—four more yin souls had actually arrived, and every single one of them had the level of mid-stage Core Condensation. Although their own side had the advantage in numbers, the eerie divine abilities of yin souls were more than enough to cancel that advantage out completely.
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