The Plain White Paper Umbrella spun rapidly as it rose and expanded, growing so large it nearly covered the entire tomb space.
A mist suddenly filled the space, taking on the color of azure sky. After a clap of thunder, a fine rain began to fall.
She sent word to the monkey and Little Phoenix to deal with the two corpses while Bai Yujun continued pouring dragon qi into the paper umbrella. Its canopy had completely covered the space, while its fluorescent jade-white handle stood like a Sky-Supporting Pillar. The Immortal Sword split into ten thousand swords and gathered into a dragon's form, spiraling around the pillar and slicing apart the disruptive spells. One enemy still had yet to show themself.
Gan Wu remained steady and showed no hurry to make a move.
He watched the Immortal Sword divide into ten thousand blades and shook his head, seemingly rendered speechless by such crude swordsmanship.
Earth and shattered stones rolled down from the two mountain ranges. Amid rumbling thunder, lava spread through them like meridians, and the mountains slowly rose beneath an ancient pressure of utmost evil and demonic malice. Bai Yujun glanced at the two Ancient Corpses. Unable to see through them, she focused on using the paper umbrella to seize control of the space it covered.
A massive iron rod swept in an arc and smashed heavily into one black mountain. Earth and stone exploded outward, and the mountain that had only just struggled upright was hammered back into its deep pit. The other mountain was engulfed in flames. Corpse Qi repelled the fire, but soon, the pseudo-Saint hidden within the corpse unleashed its might, bracing against the flames as it struggled to rise...
The third pseudo-Saint, who had yet to reveal himself, had already made his move. He