Lin Xuan's hands moved in rapid succession, light flashing wildly as he brought out several ancient treasures at once. The surrounding ghost cultivators and departed souls all changed expression. A Core Condensation cultivator was already more than they could match, let alone one whose divine abilities clearly far surpassed those of others at the same rank.
Yet this was only the beginning...
Lin Xuan looked at the enemies around him, fear in their eyes, and gave a cold laugh. He took down the Spirit Ghost Bag tied at his waist and undid the cord at its mouth.
Black smoke spread, mingled with hoarse, low growls. Eight Iron-Armored Refined Corpses loomed in and out of the mist, each tall and towering, their eyes flickering with bloodthirsty ferocity.
Seeing her young master make his move, Yue'er naturally would not sit idle. With a gentle shake of the Magic Banner in her hand, amid roaring howls, over a hundred bizarrely shaped beast souls appeared one after another.
Though there were only the master and servant, in terms of momentum, they completely overwhelmed the other side.
"Attack!"
Lin Xuan's hands moved like spinning wheels, and spell seals shot out one after another. Several ancient treasures trembled lightly at the same time, then transformed into dazzling cold streaks...
Immediately after, the refined corpses also pounced forward.
Although the departed souls were somewhat afraid, the valley's only exit had already been sealed. As the saying went, when a dog was driven into a corner, it would leap over a wall; even a rabbit would bite when pressed—let alone savage, vicious ghosts.
A great battle spread through the valley.
In the blink of an eye, the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed.
The light and shadows gradually dimmed, and the various explosive