"He's been pinned down!"
Few paid attention to the black sea of mist below.
Everyone was still staring at the Eighth Sword Immortal, enclosed by ten thousand ghosts in the void.
Setting aside the outward appearance—the ugly evil ghosts—Ba Zunan had, in essence, been trapped by layer upon layer of Ancestral Source Power.
Was this as far as he got?
"Six breaths..."
"Seven breaths..."
Someone counted. For quite a while, no sound came from that lump of evil ghost flesh.
Yet no one was willing to believe that Ba Zunan, who had barely begun to act, would die at the very first step, suppressed by these hideous monsters.
"Nine..."
When the count reached nine, the void trembled.
Everyone's eyes widened. None dared blink.
The evil ghosts outside were still surging forward one after another, while within, they had piled into an enormous flesh ball several miles in radius. Suddenly, pale golden light emerged through its cracks.
At first it was dim, only a single thread.
Then it abruptly flared. Golden light shot out from every direction of the flesh ball, like a white sun on the verge of exploding, illuminating all of Yincao.
"The Buddhist school speaks of purity; the Supreme speaks of severance..."
A familiar voice exploded from within, and the world was instantly swept into a vacuum.
In the dead silence, the flesh ball split apart and evil ghosts flew backward. The sunlight within grew ever more brilliant, revealing a straight-backed figure silhouetted against the light at its center.
Xiao Ba... Moon Palace Slave's palm trembled as though he sensed something. He released the sword in his hand.
Then everyone in Yincao saw a streak of sword light shoot over in silence, from no discernible origin.
The light emerged from the distant sky, crossed through the ten thousand