Lady Lan stretched out her hand and pointed at the treasure floating above her head. A strange gleam flashed, and countless golden rays as fine as strands of hair shot from the Ivory Comb.
In the blink of an eye, they had covered the area around the Skull Artifact.
"Close!"
At Lady Lan's soft shout, those golden threads of light sliced toward the Skull Artifact.
This female Core Condensation cultivator was brimming with confidence. This item had not been refined by her, but was an ancient treasure of considerable power she had obtained in her early years.
The golden threads it released were incomparably sharp. Forget a mere ghost—before them, even a defensive barrier released by a cultivator of the same rank would be like tofu...
However, matters were not as simple as she imagined. Those emerald ghost fires appeared once more and, with a sudden flare, set the golden threads alight.
Lady Lan's delicate body trembled, and in an instant her face turned deathly pale. Though the ivory jade comb was not her natal magic treasure, because its power was so great, she had still spent no small amount of painstaking effort refining it.
After several decades, they had already reached the point where mind and spirit were as one. Now that the ancient treasure was damaged, she naturally suffered a hidden loss that was neither great nor small.
In their first exchange, the Skull Artifact had gained the complete upper hand, so naturally it would not let the matter rest there. Demonic qi coiled around its entire body, and when its mouth opened, along with a soul-shaking shriek, those ghost fires burned straight toward her.
Lady Lan bore the brunt of it. Facing such vicious ghost fire, a trace of panic could not help flashing across her face.