The shockwave from an ice sword struck Qingmingzi's left shoulder. His entire left arm froze in an instant, then shattered!
Ghost qi spilled in all directions!
He hurtled backward, yet still desperately protected the ghost domain space in his abdomen, which held all the resources seized from the secret vault.
"A cornered beast still fighting." The Seventh Elder sneered. His sword attack shifted again, transforming into a river of ice that spanned heaven and earth, intent on freezing Qingmingzi and that space together, then crushing them utterly!
Just as the river of ice was about to engulf Qingmingzi,
Boom!
A pitch-black Ghost Claw suddenly reached out of the void behind Qingmingzi and slammed into the river of ice!
Deep purple netherflames blazed over the claw. Wherever it touched, the river of ice shattered inch by inch and evaporated!
"Who?!" The Seventh Elder's expression changed drastically. He abruptly withdrew his sword and retreated.
The rift in the void widened, and another ghostly figure slowly emerged.
This ghostly figure had a far more solid body. What wreathed him was no longer ordinary ghost qi, but netherworld death intent carrying a faint trace of emperor's might!
His face was indistinct, but those eyes—hollow and deathly still, yet seemingly burning with an eternal, undying hatred—made the Seventh Elder recognize him instantly!
"S-Senior Brother Han Ming?!" The Seventh Elder's voice trembled, and he could barely hold his ice sword steady. "You... how could you have..."
Han Ming slowly turned his head, fixing those eyes on the Seventh Elder.
"My dear junior brother, hurry into the Crimson Soul Banner and join me as a brother!
Heh heh heh..."
Han Ming revealed a sinister smile.
But at this sight, Ling Han flew into an absolute rage.
Han Ming had been an elder of the Mystic Ice Palace,