The Xie family's ancestral grounds spanned a hundred or two hundred li. Under the powerful divine sense of a Ghost Lord realm cultivator, every corner could be sensed clearly.
The moment the mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivator guarding the Xie family was roused, his divine sense locked onto the area before the clan's protective formation, where hundreds of Ghost Marshal realm cultivators had gathered.
Led by more than a dozen Ghost Lord cultivators, these Ghost Marshal cultivators were launching relentless, frenzied attacks against the clan's protective formation in a highly organized fashion.
What alarmed the elderly mid-stage Ghost Lord of the Xie family was that among those dozen or so Ghost Lord realm cultivators stood Wu Daotong, the leader of the Blood Wu Alliance, whom he had met once before.
At that moment, the leader of the Blood Wu Alliance hovered in the air, sharp light flashing in his eyes as he watched the restrictive formation intently. He had not attacked at all.
Although he had learned from Old Man Zhang's memories that almost all the Xie family's Ghost Lord realm cultivators were away, Wu Daotong's suspicious nature still compelled him to confirm it.
From what he knew of the Xie family's Old Ancestor, the man would undoubtedly show himself if he were at home.
Energy fluctuations flashed rapidly across the clan's protective formation before him, and immense, dazzling bursts of light rose and fell. Although the formation showed no sign of being breached, the combined attacks of hundreds of Ghost Marshal cultivators had finally begun to destabilize it.
The combined attacks of hundreds of Ghost Marshal cultivators carried enormous energy, scarcely inferior in power to a joint attack by several Great Cultivators at the late Nascent Soul stage.
"Xie Zhongxuan, you old bastard! Stop skulking about! Our alliance leader is