The scarlet light shooting from the vertical eye on his forehead became a tangible pillar that soared into the sky, staining the heavens for a thousand miles an eerie blood-red.
Under the crushing force of his laws, the earth beneath his feet kept cracking and sinking. All of Blackwind Plain groaned in agony.
"Everyone, attack!"
Youming Kuang gave the command.
The remaining eleven chiefs activated their natal magical artifacts in unison. Their sinister baleful energies gathered into a black torrent that surged toward Chen Changqing from every direction, intent on shredding him.
Hundreds of elite ghost cultivators in the Tribulation Crossing Realm formed the Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation on the perimeter, sealing the entire space so tightly that not even a breath could escape.
This assault was far more than ten times stronger than the seventh chief's earlier wave.
Chen Changqing stood atop the rocky mountain, his white robe whipping in the gale.
He reached into his robe, took out an elixir, and tossed it into his mouth, chewing it.
The Nine Revolutions Battle Elixir.
A fine creation of Hua Xing's, it could restore his magical power to its peak in a short time.
"If you're all so eager to reincarnate, come at me together."
Chen Changqing drew the Heavenly Secrets Sword from his waist with a backhand motion, its ringing cry piercing the clouds.
His Invincible Sword Domain unfurled instantly!
Black-and-white sword intent completely enveloped the void for a thousand miles. Every ghost cultivator below the True Monarch Realm felt terror well up from the depths of their soul the instant they entered the sword domain.
The elite Tribulation Crossing Realm ghost cultivators bore the brunt of it.
Within the sword domain, the omnipresent sword intent became millions of sword threads as fine as ox hair, piercing their protective