His figure shot and wove through the crowd. Relying on the Wind Concealment Talisman's powerful effect and Qin Fengming's cultivation methods, let alone these Ghost Marshals and Yin ghosts—even if those several Great Cultivators Ghost Lords passed right by Qin Fengming, they absolutely could not sense a thing.
A day later, four streaks of escaping light shot over, and a vast, overwhelming pressure swept toward the surroundings.
The thousand-plus Ghost Lord cultivators who had already taken their positions were all thrown into panic beneath that powerful pressure, their faces betraying unease.
"Greetings, my lord. Your subordinates have already arranged the formation. We only await your personal order before we can send hundreds of millions of souls surging into the rift passage. However, Chong Guang and the others have not sent back any news, so we do not know what state they are in."
When the four cultivators came to a halt, the five Great Cultivators Ghost Lords hurried forward and bowed respectfully as they spoke. The five of them simultaneously glanced at the three cultivators standing beside Lord Guilo, who were shrouded in Yin mist, and surprise and puzzlement flashed in their eyes.
These three cultivators concealed within the invisible red Yin mist did not display any particularly intimidating pressure, but they gave the five Great Cultivators Ghost Lords an extremely dangerous feeling.
The five merely glanced at them before hurriedly withdrawing their gazes.
That was because all five sensed that the three cultivators' auras were identical, and were also extremely similar to the red Yin mist that was still rapidly surging toward the formation.
It was as if these three cultivators were people condensed from the red Yin mist.
"Good. You have done very well. People like Chong Guang are not members of our clan to begin with, so