"Rumble!"
The entire world grew strange.
Black arcs of electricity crawled over everything around them, as if they were about to contain the entire space within the Sea of Thunder.
Icy Mountain did not move.
But the surroundings began to change.
Amid countless afterimages, four terrifying, bizarre corpses slowly walked out.
One was charred black from being burned, as if it had died in a great fire. Another was covered from head to toe in dense sutured wounds, as if its skin, flesh, and bones had once been peeled apart layer by layer, then stitched back together.
A third was pale and swollen, with thin, short limbs and a height of less than a meter, like a malformed child.
The last one.
It looked unremarkable.
There was no decay.
No wound.
It looked as if it had died only recently; its skin even retained its elasticity. Yet its clothes were extremely ancient, preserving the style of some primordial era.
None of these four corpses had been left behind by dead humans.
That utterly pure Ghost Qi.
It revealed that they had come from Vicious Ghosts—and that before their deaths, they had been among the most terrifying Vicious Ghosts!
Even if only remnants remained.
They still displayed an aura no weaker than that of a complete Half-God!
"It is said that Daoist Thunder Magic can summon wind and rain and command ghosts and gods. I have seen the summoning of wind and rain, but this is the first time I have seen the commanding of ghosts and gods." Bridge Spirit spoke in a calm tone.
"The opponents you slay will have part of their rules extracted."
"They become sharp swords in your hands."
"Thunder Art can fuse with them, but you did not choose fusion. Instead, you chose a more interesting