Yin energy rolled in billowing waves, sword light shot into the sky, yet after Lin Xuan briefly discerned the enemies' cultivation, his heart settled. There were more than twenty yin ghosts in all; a smaller half of them had Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation, while the rest were the lowest-level Spirit Movement Stage vicious ghosts.
There was no Ghost King leading them.
And yet the Morning Sun Sect's situation was already hanging by a thread.
Including the sect master Luo Tianren, the sect had only three Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators. Fortunately, the number of their other low-level disciples was several times that of the yin souls.
However, the gap in realm still could not be made up. Fortunately, the sect's disciples were all skilled in the art of splitting up and joining attacks; in groups of several, relying on their tacit coordination, they had only temporarily held off the enemy's assault. But if things went on like this, they probably would not last much longer.
After seeing the situation clearly, Lin Xuan immediately hesitated no longer. A mere twenty-odd low-level vicious ghosts were not worth putting in his eyes.
His figure flashed, and he had already appeared from where he had been hiding. At once, a powerful aura spread out.
Both sides were startled and instantly noticed this outsider. Only, their expressions were completely different. The Morning Sun Sect disciples gave a cheer, every one of them showing wild joy, while the faces of the yin souls turned somewhat ugly.
As the sect master, Luo Tianren was also the strongest among the cultivators. Yet facing the joint attack of three Foundation Establishment Realm vicious ghosts alone, he was still made to look inferior, getting beaten until sweat soaked his back. What made his heart leap in fright even more was that