Jiatun Clan Elder

When the gigantic black finger pressed down like a mountain upon the blue water curtain, the expected earth-shattering explosion did not come. Instead, amid an eerie silence, countless fine cracks suddenly split across the finger's surface, and ink-black mist surged forth like boiling tides.

This black mist was anything but ordinary. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a densely packed horde of vicious ghosts. Some had green faces and fanged mouths, their tongues hanging to their bellies; others were missing limbs, their white bones exposed. Every ripple of black mist carried countless resentful, venomous gazes, as if a rift into the netherworld had opened at this moment.

Under the corrosion of the black mist, the blue water curtain was like Ice Crystal splashed with powerful acid, dense ripples rapidly spreading across its surface.

Wherever the ghostly black mist passed, the blue motes on the water curtain shattered one after another, releasing faint sizzling sounds, as though the laws of water were groaning in pain.

In less than a breath, the once-intact blue water curtain was riddled with holes. Like a bolt of blue silk pierced through by countless sharp arrows, it descended straight toward the man in the blue Daoist robe with broken afterimages trailing behind it.

The man in the blue Daoist robe had already reacted. With a flash, he fled a million li away. Yet the gigantic black finger seemed to possess intelligence, ignoring the distance through space as it remained steadily suspended above his head.

The man looked up and saw black mist continuously churning upon the giant finger. The shrill wails of the ghosts rose and fell, as if they were playing a symphony of death.

Seeing that escape was impossible, a ruthless glint flashed through the man's eyes. With a low shout, a