Boom!
Clouds churned across the heavens.
In the void centered around the Emaciated Old Man, countless strange blood-colored runes suddenly emerged. The runes coiled about, transforming into divine rings that guarded him from behind.
At that instant, Wu Lingchong and the woman in the bamboo hat could not suppress their shock. Their hair stood on end.
There was no need to doubt it—the Emaciated Old Man was a powerful ghost god!
Far more terrifying than the Evil Spirit leader named Yu Qian.
"Trifling tricks?"
The Emaciated Old Man chuckled softly and reached out to grab.
Clang!
The brazier on the ground suddenly transformed into a ghastly green bone blade and fell into his hand.
Green flames burned along the blade's edge, while its hilt resembled a human hand bone, its shape bizarre.
With the bone blade in hand, the Emaciated Old Man's imposing aura abruptly became sharp and sinister. The divine rings formed from blood-colored runes behind him slowly revolved, crushing even the void into collapse.
His presence was too horrifying. Wu Lingchong and the woman in the bamboo hat both let out muffled groans, their souls and states of mind suffering a terrifying suppression.
Su Yi flicked his sleeve.
Buzz!
The ferocious might spreading from the Emaciated Old Man was immediately blocked.
"Isn't it?"
Su Yi spoke indifferently.
His calm and composed bearing made the Emaciated Old Man narrow his eyes. With a sigh, he said, "After endless ages, even the gods who entered Lost Hometown City have been unable to resist the Ancient God Curse. Yet you, a little fellow with Taijing cultivation, fear none of this. It truly is astonishing."
A frightening divine gleam quietly surfaced in his eyes as he stared fixedly at Su Yi. "Little fellow, can you tell me exactly what kind of Great