Even Lin Xuan felt his mind sway and his spirit wander; the other low-level cultivators naturally fared even worse. The lighter cases suffered tight chests, shortness of breath, dizziness, and blurred vision; the severe cases spat out mouthfuls of blood and fell straight out of the sky.
A mere sound of ghosts weeping actually possessed such power. The cultivators could not help but look at one another in horror.
Lady Lan gave a cold snort, reached out, and slapped the Storage Bag at her waist. A small Golden Drum was then offered up by her.
Her ten fingers flicked in succession, sending one spell seal after another onto it. The Golden Drum hummed and rang, only then offsetting the sound of ghosts weeping.
The low-level cultivators let out breaths of relief and looked at the woman as if she were a heavenly being.
The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth lifted slightly. Though it was not bad, to a Core Condensation cultivator, this was nothing. Compared with Ouyang Qinxin's Sound Wave Technique, it was far inferior.
They had only just broken the soul-shaking ghostly wailing and had not yet had time to breathe easy when a sudden change arose.
The roiling of the dark clouds grew even more violent. Suddenly, they split apart to both sides, and an enormous skull emerged from within.
The skull was about ten zhang tall, its eyes glowing with eerie green light. Two long, sharp horns grew from its forehead, making it look indescribably strange.
However, what made everyone's hearts tremble was not its hideous appearance, but the demonic qi it contained, shocking to behold.
"Could this thing be..."
The thought had only just surfaced in Lin Xuan's mind when the skull suddenly opened its bloody maw. Its sharp teeth gleamed pitch-black, and from its mouth