"Impossible! How are there only a few ghost spirits left?"
Suddenly, a roar rang out amid the sky-filling Yin fog, the voice brimming with disbelief.
The mist rapidly receded, and Qin Fengming's figure emerged from within it, his face full of excitement, as if he had just obtained a heaven-defying treasure.
"What are you howling like a ghost for? What's so impossible? Those ghostly things of yours weren't even enough for this Qin to make a meal of. Hurry up—do you have any more? The more, the better." Qin Fengming licked his lips, as though he really had just feasted to his heart's content.
"Ah, Brother Huan, he cultivates ghost Dao arts too. Could he really have devoured those Immortal Realm ghost spirits?" The female cultivator's face was filled with fear. Those were over a hundred ghost spirits, and there had even been Immortal Realm ones among them, yet the other party had gnawed them clean in such a short time.
Looking at the few protective ghost spirits left around him, Cai Huan still found it hard to believe.
He had roamed the Qingzhou Immortal Domain for hundreds of thousands of years, and he had never seen anyone able to wipe out so many Immortal Realm ghost spirits in such a short time. It had always been him crushing the other side, forcing them into a great disadvantage, leaving them unable to cope.
Now, however, the other party, a Mahayana cultivator, had wiped out over a hundred of his Immortal Realm ghost spirits.
Even after seeing it with his own eyes, Cai Huan still found it difficult to believe. This went beyond his understanding. Even the Immortal Realm powerhouses ranked near the top could not possibly exterminate over a hundred ghost spirits so easily.
"Enough. Without those external things, next