"Ah, no! You two actually dared to ambush Elder Zhang. Do you think this mere ghost mist is enough to capture me?"
Although the incident had come with extreme suddenness, Elder Zhang still reacted swiftly. As the Jade Box burst apart, an object in his hand shot out as well, transforming into a red shield that enveloped his body. At the same time, he spoke coldly, his voice filled with fury.
Although Elder Zhang had instantly brought out a defensive magic treasure to protect himself, he could still sense an extremely foul stench within the dense ghost mist surrounding him. After inhaling only a little, he felt his mind grow dizzy. Had he not reacted quickly and hastily circulated the magic power within his body, he would certainly have fallen unconscious.
At the same time, the Yin mist contained a force that seemed capable of drawing out his soul, as though the vitality within his body were uncontrollably draining away.
Upon realizing this, Elder Zhang was immediately overcome with terror. He circulated his magic power at full speed, forcefully resisting all these discomforts. At the same time, he opened his mouth, and with a flash of black light, a huge blade more than ten feet long floated before him.
As the cultivation art within his body circulated rapidly, an equally black Yin mist spewed forth. In an instant, it enveloped his body. Then, under his full urging, it swept toward the black mist outside him, seemingly intending to draw that black mist into itself.
The Yin mist released by the Jade Box's self-destruction was drawn in by Elder Zhang's mist almost in the blink of an eye. Although it had been divided and drawn inside, that small cluster of Yin mist was bizarre beyond compare. It continued devouring and enveloping