Countless evil ghosts surged into the sky, drowning everything. Sun and moon gave no light.
Disguised as a minor Qi Refining Level Eight cultivator of the Yin clan, Han Lin knelt on the ground with everyone else, not daring to reveal the slightest anomaly. At this sight, his heart skipped a beat.
"Senior..."
he asked in a low voice.
"Don't ask me. I don't know."
The aged voice cut him off. "I have never seen someone so strong, so cautious, and such a Sword Maniac. It is far too contradictory."
"I do not know whether he is confident. By all reason, this is a risk. He should not have come at this time. After all, his opponent is a Heavenly Monarch with ten thousand years of foundation, and he is within a sect formation."
"However, this has nothing to do with us. Do not reveal any flaws."
"This person is quite meticulous in his dealings. He casually placed a Concealment Spell on you. Even if he is defeated, you may not necessarily die. Do not lose your composure yourself."
"Understood. Thank you, Senior!"
Han Lin took a deep breath and calmed his Sea of Consciousness, restoring the unease and terror a Qi Refining Level Eight cultivator ought to display.
At that moment, the black sphere formed by endless evil ghosts layer upon layer in the sky suddenly paused.
Then, it blossomed with a brilliant, resplendent radiance.
Boom!
A dazzling blazing sun erupted in the sky!
The densely packed black sphere of evil ghosts exploded with a thunderous boom. Countless evil ghosts shrieked miserably as they scattered in every direction. Before they could hit the ground, their bodies turned to ash beneath the Destruction Light, drifting down in fluttering clouds upon the wind.
At the center of those wailing evil ghosts,