The Collapse

Ghost Master coveted nothing more than the power of this Soul-Summoning Banner.

The Soul-Summoning Banner had formed two Law Patterns, far beyond his expectations. He was ecstatic.

But he had never seen a magical artifact with two Law Patterns, and had no idea just how powerful one could be.

At that moment, thunder rumbled in the sky. Through the barrier over the skylight, the heavens suddenly darkened, and countless arcs of lightning churned within the clouds.

This was no cloud tribulation. It was clearly a Yin Tribulation, far more terrifying than a cloud tribulation—a calamity of heaven and earth that even the Soul Sensing Ancestors of this world were "not blessed enough to endure."

With Ghost Master's extraordinary knowledge, he naturally knew that, given the bizarre changes in the lightning among the clouds, the Yin Tribulation would descend within thirty breaths at most. Life or death, success or failure—Ghost Master had never faced a choice so difficult.

Thud. Xu Yi collapsed to the ground. Yin souls continued pouring into the circle, but this was no longer due to Xu Yi's perseverance. The circle's own power of attraction was forcibly drawing the Yin Soul figurine from his spiritual platform and pulling it toward itself.

Xu Yi's wretched state gave Ghost Master the courage he needed. He forcibly steadied his mind, let out another anguished howl, and split off a candleflame-sized portion of karmic fire. Wrapped in a rich mass of Yin souls, it shot toward the circle.

He was making one final gamble. He was absolutely certain that the candleflame-sized karmic fire, carrying those Yin souls, could crush Xu Yi, who was already on the verge of collapse. Then, whether or not the Soul-Summoning Banner had finished being refined, he would seize it by force, flee underground, and deal with the