Sandstorm
Fate Thread?
A thought had barely surfaced in Gu Qingshan's mind when the black thread around his wrist suddenly went taut.
Whoosh—
Several figures tore through the void and appeared before him.
Gu Qingshan looked up. It was Fei Yue, Xiao Die, the Blind Nun, and the Ferocious Demon Tower Master.
They stood in front of Gu Qingshan, facing the enemy.
The Ferocious Demon Tower Master called out, "Don't worry. Fei Yue has absorbed all the Power of Fate. She can use it now—"
Before he could finish, the Evil Ghost cultivator raised a hand.
Boom!
A deafening blast rang out. Clouds of blood mist flew into the sky and slammed into the Causality Barrier around the Evil Ghost World.
Brilliant spiritual light flashed across the sky over the entire world.
The light flickered a few times, gradually dimmed, and finally vanished.
The Ferocious Demon Tower Master's body had been blown to pieces by that one strike. The blood mist that flew outward had even broken through the Causality Barrier surrounding the Evil Ghost World.
What an unimaginable power!
The others changed color in unison and retreated several steps, coming to stand shoulder to shoulder with Gu Qingshan.
The Ferocious Demon, whose name had resounded through the void, had died before their eyes without leaving a single word behind.
Unable to contain her fear, the Blind Nun shrieked, "They're only a sliver of some colossal being's power—but they're strong enough to kill every one of us!"
"Silence," the Evil Ghost cultivator said.
A crisp snap.
The Blind Nun's head disappeared. Her corpse fell to the ground, blood gushing out.
Dead silence.
"This is the end of the road, Gu Qingshan. We came to save you, but it looks like none of us are getting out of here," Xiao Die