The dragon demon gripped the longsword.
He closed his eyes, as if communicating with the sword in his hand.
A voice from the longsword suddenly sounded in Gu Qingshan's ear:
"So you're a Special Sequence. You've hidden yourself very well. That deserves praise."
The next second.
The Art of Imprisonment on Gu Qingshan vanished.
"What are you?" Gu Qingshan asked, ready to strike at any moment.
"Be patient. You'll find out."
The sword replied.
Patient?
Gu Qingshan seemed to sense something and abruptly looked up.
Far away in the deep, pitch-black void, a speck of light appeared.
It came swiftly.
The Evil Ghost spirits emerged in swarms from the darkness, frantically pouncing on it, trying to seize it.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, the spirits couldn't harm the light. At most, they could leave a dim shadow where it had been.
That way of escaping—
Gu Qingshan's heart stirred.
"Wuu... wuu... no... don't..."
Countless Evil Ghost spirits wailed together in grief.
In an instant, the light had crossed the ten-thousand-zhang abyss. It grew brighter and brighter, then landed on the stone platform.
—It was a mass of white flame.
It gradually took shape as a skeleton wreathed in white flames.
The Silent Light Apocalypse!
It had vanished for a long time. Who would have thought it would appear here!
The White Flame Skeleton turned its head, glanced at Gu Qingshan, and said, "A Special Sequence? That's rare."
Gu Qingshan's expression remained unchanged, but a storm surged within him.
The White Flame Skeleton had actually come here!
Could it be...
Suddenly, all the ghostly wails ceased.
Gu Qingshan couldn't help looking up.
All the Evil Ghost spirits that had appeared in the void had come to a standstill.
—Time had been frozen where they were.
A ghostly figure floated