Slaying the Great Void Realm Evil Spirit

The black-robed man looked at the dissipating black aura in his palm and felt the lingering burn of Buddha Power. The last trace of composure in his eyes shattered completely.

"You're courting death!"

He roared sharply, and the black aura around him suddenly surged in violent upheaval, steaming upward like boiling ink and dyeing the entire sky pitch-black.

His wide robe fluttered without wind, snapping loudly. With a crisp crack, the black veil concealing his identity exploded into fragments, revealing an ugly face covered in blue scales.

His eye sockets were deeply sunken, his pupils strange vertical slits. His nose bridge had collapsed, while the corners of his mouth split all the way to his ears, exposing two rows of sharp fangs.

Hua Qiang's pupils contracted slightly as realization dawned on him at once.

"So you're a cultivator of the Ghost Spirit Clan."

This race was born in the company of yin and evil, excelling most at controlling ghosts and sinister powers. He had not expected one of them to cultivate to such a level.

The black-robed man—no, he should now be called a Ghost Spirit cultivator.

A savage smile appeared on his face as the black aura around him abruptly withdrew, replaced by an ethereal, elusive fluctuation.

"Brat, let me show you the power of the Great Void!"

Before his words had faded, his entire body gradually turned transparent like melting ice, ultimately transforming into a flowing shadow of void.

The void rapidly expanded, enveloping an area of a thousand zhang. Hua Qiang felt the space around him abruptly become incomparably viscous, as though he had fallen into a swamp.

A strange power of laws filled the air. Every breath let him feel the void pressing down on him, while an eerie force tore at his body, seeking to