"Spirit Summoning! Yan'er, destroy everything inside the coffin!" I chanted coldly, then stretched out my hand and immediately took control of Zu Yun. At the same time, I summoned all the ghosts behind Fan Liang. Unfortunately, I hadn't had time to cultivate this technique to its final stage. Otherwise, I could have controlled Fan Liang as well. As it was, I could only affect him somewhat.
Fan Liang's expression changed. His charging figure suddenly stopped after being restrained by the Spirit Summoning technique. He was utterly shocked, while the Deep-Sea Ghost Clan members didn't move at all, seemingly disagreeing with Fan Liang's actions. After all, all their magic treasures were in my hands!
My magical power instantly drained by a large amount. I hadn't expected there to be hundreds of native ghost cultivators here, not even counting the Deep-Sea Ghost Clan and the Ghost Immortal Sect. If I controlled them all, I probably wouldn't be able to hold out for long.
After Zu Yun fell under my control, the hand pulling him over made him cry out in panic, "Wait! Fellow Daoist Fan, you absolutely mustn't act recklessly! Just do as he says! This is my fault—I forgot to warn you. Although this fellow is good at bluffing, he does have some real ability. Once he starts fighting for his life, who knows what other trouble might arise!"
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Fan Liang looked furious. Behind him, the ghost cultivators each drove their butcher knives into their own comrades. Ghost cultivators were no kind souls. They rarely had opportunities to harm others, but they were experts at dealing with their own companions. In just a few exchanges, dozens of them had hacked one another to death, leaving Fan Liang so frightened that he choked up.
"Heh heh,