The Showboating Malicious Spirit Ancestor

"Please, Ancestor!"

When Malicious Spirit Qiongshan saw Hua Qiang break through on the spot and his offensive become even more terrifying than before, he was scared out of his wits and directly crushed a jade token.

The other old men made the same move, crushing the special jade tokens they had hidden on them.

"Crack—"

Before the sounds of several jade tokens shattering had faded, a fierce gale suddenly rose in the sky.

The originally clear heavens were instantly swallowed by inky clouds. The dark clouds surged like boiling black water, twisting into an enormous vortex in midair. Even the sunlight was completely blotted out, and heaven and earth were abruptly plunged into an eerie gloom.

"Rumble!"

Purple-black lightning tore through the clouds like mad dragons, detonating endlessly at the heart of the vortex. The roaring thunder made the earth tremble faintly.

Faint cries of ghosts and howls of wolves came from deep within the clouds. Countless twisted ghostly shadows flashed past in the lightning, chilling all who saw them to the bone.

At that moment, a crack suddenly opened at the center of the vortex.

A withered, stick-thin foot emerged first. A string of skull bells hung around its ankle, giving off a piercing jingle with every movement.

Then the other leg slowly extended, likewise wrapped in a scarlet robe embroidered with bizarre black runes that gleamed darkly beneath the lightning.

Half a body appeared, then the upper body, and finally, a grotesquely shaped head poked out from the clouds.

A crooked bun sat atop his head, while several strands of gray-white hair dangled messily beside his cheeks. His gaunt face was covered in wrinkles, his triangular eyes narrowed into slits, yet the corners of his mouth were pulled into a strange curve, radiating indescribable sleaziness.

Two serpentine bolts