The demonic mist churned, far more violently than before. As the dense mist surged, it soon pressed toward where Yu Changtian stood.
Within the dense fog, even someone as powerful as Yu Changtian could probe only several dozen zhang with his spiritual sense.
A howl of wind suddenly rang out. Within the dense demonic mist, a mass of sinister fog abruptly surged up. As it swept outward, one after another, sinister souls wielding bone spears suddenly revealed themselves.
Faced with more than a dozen sinister souls that had appeared without warning, Yu Changtian's expression showed no particular change.
These sinister souls were at the same cultivation level as him, each of them a late Profound Spirit existence. As a great late Profound Spirit cultivator of the ghost path, Yu Changtian naturally had no reason to fear sinister souls of the same rank. Even with more than a dozen of them, he had no cause for concern.
The moment the dozen-odd sinister souls appeared within his spiritual sense, a slender, dark-green rope had already shot from Yu Changtian's hand.
A dim green radiance coiled around the long rope, while one profound rune after another shot and darted through the gloomy light.
The rope shuddered and shot through the demonic mist like a slender spirit serpent. Accompanied by its advance, a terrifying hissing suddenly rang out from within the mist.
If Qin Fengming had been there, he would certainly have been greatly shocked. The dim green rope Yu Changtian had offered was actually a dragon tendon that looked like it belonged to a Mahayana Heavenly Dragon.
A Mahayana Heavenly Dragon was a terrifying sacred-spirit existence. Its dragon tendons already contained innate spirit patterns of the Heavenly Dao. Mahayana Heavenly Dragons were exceedingly rare to begin with, and intact dragon tendons containing spirit