Facing the terrifying blood lake, Ghost Luo was filled with dread as well.
That strange aura acted upon his body, causing the soul within him to rejoice intensely at its beckoning. It seemed that if he did not circulate his technique to steady his mind, his soul would leave his flesh and plunge into the blood-red barrier ahead.
Ghost Luo had never encountered such an eerie situation since gaining intelligence.
At the same time, he sensed that the soul energy within the blood lake was immensely vast. If he had not felt that it held no trace of harmful force toward his own soul, then at such a close distance, the sheer oppressive power of that soul energy alone would have been enough to shatter one's mind and bring about an on-the-spot death.
Facing this perilous place, Ghost Luo now had only one thought: leave as quickly as possible.
Hearing Ghost Luo's orders, the ghost cultivators were terrified, but they hurriedly agreed one after another and flew off in all directions on their escaping lights to inspect the surroundings.
The three Ghost Lord peak-stage cultivators, Lang Yuan and the others, were still forming hand seals and controlling the giant bell above their heads.
Although three Ghost Lord peak-stage cultivators were controlling a replica of a Chaos spirit treasure, and they were not pouring in their full magical power, it was still an exceedingly arduous task.
If not for the high-grade Yin Stones Ghost Luo had bestowed upon them, which allowed them to continuously recover their magical power, the three of them would have exhausted themselves long ago based on their own strength alone. Even so, they had already reached the limits of what they could endure.
"Lang Yuan, withdraw your magical power. Leave the Soul Suppressing Bell to me."
Hearing