Ghost Cultivator of Great Power
The black-and-white hues on the surface of the Ghost Hand suddenly expanded, as if covering the entire world.
The demonic beasts split apart one after another, even the three powerful ancient demons suffering the impact and being sent flying uncontrollably.
The golden Dharma form rapidly expanded, blocking most of the force, but Lin Fan was still blasted through a wall.
Smoke and dust billowed as a hunched figure drilled out of the ground.
He suddenly sighed and said, "If that Eerie Altar hadn't swallowed most of my strength, how could a junior like you have withstood a single strike from me?"
"Junior, you have enough to be proud of yourself."
Lin Fan's blood and qi churned, while stabbing pain spread through his muscles and bones. If he had not already opened the "Heart Gate," he would have been severely injured or even killed in that instant.
He stared fixedly at the other party and said, each word distinct, "A great power among ghost cultivators."
The hunched figure coughed and said, "The Ghost King Sect has already been destroyed. This old man has been holding on with his last breath precisely to find you."
"As long as I reclaim the Divine Bone and obtain the secrets within you, I can establish an entirely new Ghost King Sect."
"Do not struggle. Do not run. You will only suffer more that way."
As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly spread all five fingers, and the void sank.
Black runes suddenly covered the entire Blood Demon Sect. Scarlet clouds of blood pressed down as a cold, eerie aura enveloped everything, resembling the scene of doomsday.
At that moment, all the surviving disciples of the Blood Demon Sect fainted on the spot, their flesh and vital essence continuously siphoned