Golden scripture characters drifted and bobbed across the sky, while fine Merit Divine Runes spread across the entire firmament.
There was no earth-shaking roar of slaughter, yet there was an absolute suppression that moistened all things in silence.
The pitch-black clouds of Deathly Aura that had been raging and churning were now like ice and snow meeting boiling broth, melting away layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The hundred-zhang skeletal giant froze in midair. Within its hollow eye sockets, dark-red ghostfire swayed violently, flickering uncertainly like candles about to go out in a gale.
The purifying power of the Spirit Crossing Sutra was the natural bane of yin evil and deathly stillness, perfectly restraining the death Dao aura covering its entire body.
Strange changes began to appear across the Evil Corpse's massive skeletal frame.
Its bones, once lustrous as jade and harder than divine weapons, were swiftly covered in a mottled, ashen hue. Countless fine cracks spread along the seams of its bones.
The dark-red ghostfire flowing between its joints was constantly scoured and stripped away by the golden scripture characters. Threads of deathly black mist seeped from its bones, only to be purified completely by the golden radiance in an instant.
It had been a remnant body lying dormant for millennia, with its oil spent and lamp nearly extinguished. It had only barely pieced together Saint Tier pressure by relying on the endless Deathly Aura underground; its foundation had long since become unbearably hollow.
Once it was restrained, every weakness in its reserves was exposed without exception.
"Would such shallow scripture chants from mere ants dare suppress the foundation of my Dao!"
The Evil Corpse let out a hoarse, violent roar, its waves of sound making the golden runes in midair tremble.
It refused