The successive cries of alarm were like giant hammers pounding against the hearts of the old woman and the others.
They could never have imagined that the two cultivators' words would actually come true. Fear gripped everyone's heart, but the old woman did not panic. She formed hand seals with both hands and suddenly urged the enormous Brocade Bowl wrapped in thick mist.
Another series of shrill cries rang out. Vast clouds of mist erupted wildly, and countless sinister ghosts and fiends flickered hideously within them. Like a raging river surging with towering waves, they flew toward the front amid mournful, ear-piercing roars.
At the same time, a sharp shout rang out from the old woman's mouth. "You junior, even if I can't fuse them into a spiritual body, tens of thousands of Profound Tier servant souls will still be enough to kill you here."
The old woman's hysterical roar surged outward like billowing waves, while her face twisted into something almost crazed.
Her heart was wracked with agitation. She had never imagined that even after bringing out the Han Ning Sect's Sect's Treasure, she still would not be able to kill her opponent. This had truly slapped her in the face.
Upon hearing the old woman's words, the Han Ning Sect cultivators felt slightly relieved.
Although they had never before seen the Myriad Spirits Bowl truly brought out, as Han Ning Sect cultivators, how could they not know the details of their sect's treasure?
With the aid of twelve Combined Attack Formations formed by 576 cultivators, condensing twelve soul-spirit bodies was the strongest attack the Myriad Spirits Bowl could unleash. But even without the enhancement of the Myriad Spirits Array, the tens of thousands of sinister ghosts and fiends within the Myriad Spirits Bowl still constituted a terrifying killing