The sword was a pale spirit-blue, spotless, its blade pitted and uneven.
The lantern was made of two old bronze plates, one above and one below, joined by three thin copper pillars. It was exceedingly simple.
Even the candle had burned down to its very end, as though a gust of wind could snuff it out.
The figure remained motionless.
The hundred-zhang ferocious ghost before him was already trembling violently.
"Wuu... wuuuu..."
A whimper like sobbing came from the ferocious ghost's mouth. It had long since lost its intelligence, yet now it was instinctively terrified, begging for mercy.
Its pleas still had no effect.
The aberration had yet to end! After day turned into night, sinister ghostly qi began to surge up not only beneath the ferocious ghost, but from the ground behind it as well.
Very quickly, the "Ghost Domain," which seemed to have turned into a black swamp, spread outward and began extending in every direction.
It was incredibly fast.
Before long, it had nearly reached Cao Erzhu's feet.
Amid the Ghost Domain, accompanied by tearing sounds, ghost hands and skeletal claws emerged one after another, bracing against the ground and pulling up broken bodies, skeletal bodies, and ferocious ghost bodies.
"Cheh!"
"Hisss!"
"Hoh-ha, hoh-heh..."
For a moment, it was a Hundred Ghosts' Night Parade.
Shrill screams rose and fell one after another.
After all the ghostly creatures appeared, they seemed blind, staggering forward without regard for direction. They tore apart anything they encountered and shattered any stone in their path.
Some collided with one another and immediately began fighting, their cries more agonized than the last.
Cao Erzhu's scalp went numb.
Such a freakish change had suddenly occurred in the Ghost Buddha's territory.
*I knew today wasn't a good day to go out. I should've stayed in