The Eight Tribulation Sword's power had already reached the level of a divine artifact. Its power to slay Ghost Kings continued raining down on the Lord of Yellow Springs, but the Lord of Yellow Springs remained unmoved.
At that moment, Wuxin looked toward the Lord of Yellow Springs. He sighed and said, "She's simply too powerful. She's no longer someone mortals can defeat."
"Indeed. Do you have any way to deal with her?" I asked him.
"There's only one way." Wuxin furrowed his brows and said with a sigh, "I'm prepared to use it."
"Are you really going to do that? It'll come at a tremendous cost." I narrowed my eyes.
I naturally knew how terrifying a Wuxin person was. Throughout history, Wuxin people had always been exceptionally powerful. Although they couldn't compare with the other Rebels Against the Dao, they still possessed unbelievably powerful methods.
Wuxin Ghost!
According to legend, a person could live without a heart, but a ghost without a heart was bound to die.
The Wuxin Ghost was the most powerful method of a Wuxin person. It was an existence beyond imagination, sealed away somewhere by every Wuxin person. Once a Wuxin person encountered danger, he could summon the Wuxin Ghost.
"For now, this is the only option." Wuxin sighed. His pupils suddenly became icy cold. Strange talismans appeared across his body and continued spreading outward.
At that moment, I looked over, my eyes filled with shock.
Behind him, a huge vortex appeared. From within it, a gigantic arm slowly drilled out.
That arm alone was fifty meters long. When the monster inside the vortex truly emerged, everyone was left stunned.
Its body was withered like a skeleton, while its belly was as large as a thunderous war drum. Just the length of its legs exceeded