Zhang Yang suddenly stopped. The terrifying storm still raged in every direction, and even with the Soul Force Field probing the way, he could not see very far.
"Without the Star Guiding Art, we won't get out." Auxiliary Army Heavenly Master Qian Muyun spoke leisurely from behind. He was still sitting in a small sedan carried by two paper figures, holding a book in one hand and a dim oil lamp in the other. He looked utterly out of place!
"Whoosh!" A Demonic Wind suddenly broke through the seal of Zhang Yang's Soul Force Field and Formless Heart Sword, blowing straight toward Qian Muyun and the oil lamp in his hand.
Almost at the same moment, however, Zhang Yang struck back with a Heart Sword and shattered the Demonic Wind.
"Demons light lamps in the dead of night. Looks like we're in trouble. Sect Master Zhang, what's coming may be a ghost, but there's definitely a demon standing behind it. I can't deal with it, so be careful."
Qian Muyun still spoke without raising his head. Then, with a puff, he even blew out the oil lamp.
That oil lamp of his seemed rather mysterious. Zhang Yang had felt nothing when it was lit, but the moment it went out, he immediately felt a bone-chilling cold.
At the same time, streams of white icy mist blew over, freezing and isolating the enormous storm in an extremely short time.
Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes and stayed on guard. He had dealt with the Abyssal Ghost Tribe long ago and had even killed the Ghost Empress Dowager, who was equivalent to the Golden Core Stage, not long before. But he truly had never had the chance to confront the Abyssal Ghost Tribe's main forces head-on.
After all, one ghost was easy enough