The raging shock waves instantly turned the tables, battering the Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation laid by the twenty-two ghost cultivators into disarray.
"Wh... what the fuck?!"
The scar-faced elder's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and the heavy white-bone banner in his hands trembled violently.
"Avatars?! Five corporeal avatars at the late True Monarch stage?!"
"Impossible! How could the cultivation world have an avatar secret art of this level?!"
The avatars ordinary cultivators condensed possessed, at most, twenty or thirty percent of their true bodies' strength, and were exceedingly fragile.
Yet these five avatars not only had auras as steady and profound as the sea, but the magical power within them was even more condensed and pure than that of many ordinary True Lords present.
What truly shattered the ghost cultivators' courage, however, was the magical artifact in each avatar's hands.
"High-grade immortal artifacts... top-grade immortal artifacts..."
One ghost cultivator at the middle True Lord stage shrieked, his voice warping with terror as every bone in his body shook.
"How could one person have so many immortal artifacts?!"
Throughout the Northern Border's cultivation world, a single low-grade immortal artifact was enough to serve as the foundational treasure of a second-rate sect.
Many True Lords who cultivated bitterly for thousands of years held nothing more than a quasi-immortal artifact even when they died.
Yet this white-robed young man not only held a spiritual treasure that surpassed immortal artifacts, but had armed all five of his avatars to the teeth!
Where in the world had this monster crawled out from?!
Even the young mistress of an aristocratic clan that wholesaled immortal artifacts could never flaunt wealth to this extent!
"Run! Run!"
At that moment, boundless terror washed every trace of greed from the scar-faced elder's heart.
He had kicked an iron