The self-detonation of five powerful magic treasures, forcibly activated by four mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivators, immediately swept across the area dozens of zhang around them with the force of rotten wood being smashed by a gale.
Under the impact of the terrifying energy from the self-detonations, the dense yin fog was instantly burned away. Within a radius of one to two hundred zhang, the area almost immediately became a vacuum. Intense, scorching astral winds spread in all directions, instantly enveloping more than twenty cultivators present.
When five magic treasures suddenly self-detonated at once, it was not only the mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivators who paled. Even the five Great Cultivators showed a flicker of change in expression.
The crowd had originally been standing quite close together, and with the four cultivators deliberately timing their attack, not a single person could evade it.
Amid several furious shouts, everyone present fled toward the distance while desperately bringing out their own defensive measures.
Although the self-detonation of a Ghost Lord cultivator's magic treasure possessed considerable might, it was naturally far from enough to kill these battle-hardened Ghost Lord cultivators on the spot.
After escaping the explosion's range, the cultivators were all disheveled, but none had perished or suffered serious injuries.
"Hmph. Do you brats think you can escape just like this? Dream on." With a furious shout, the leading middle-aged cultivator moved at once, intending to fly after the four mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivators who had already fled more than a hundred zhang away.
But at that moment, a calm voice suddenly rang out across the scene. "Fellow Daoist, there's no need for you to act. Leave those four to my subordinates."
As soon as those words were spoken, the black mist surrounding everyone suddenly churned violently. Waves of shrill howls rang out, and