Withered Bone was startled to see Myriad Ghost Ancestor really make a move. He hurriedly waved a hand and shouted, "Everyone, retreat into the cave!"
As if pardoned, every disciple present either used an escape art or mounted a magic tool. Escape lights of every color streaked in panic toward the cave. Of course, they could get away only because Myriad Ghost Ancestor had no intention of making trouble for these juniors. Otherwise, nine out of ten would have died here. The gap between the Qi Refining Stage and the Golden Core Stage was simply too great.
Withered Bone Ancestor had been famous for many years, and had killed countless people in his life. He was no pushover. Seeing the army of fiends filling the sky surge toward him with murderous fury, his expression darkened, then he laughed instead of getting angry. "Come, then! Witness this seat's Withered Bone Great Art!"
As his voice fell, a layer of ghastly, cold white radiance burst out around him. Within several zhang, it blurred into a haze, shielding his entire body.
When the Ghost Tide crashed into the cold light, it was like floodwaters meeting a dam. Wave after wave surged up, and some ghosts were directly ground to death by the white light. Yet the Myriad Ghost Banner had earned its fame throughout the Cultivation World for good reason. Countless fiends swarmed forward, surrounding both the white light and Withered Bone. Black Qi and white radiance tangled together, wearing each other down.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, the several-zhang-wide pallid glow was slowly shrinking. Everyone knew that once the white light was devoured, Withered Bone would face the true onslaught of the Myriad Ghosts tearing at his soul. But Withered Bone's methods were formidable too. Within the white light,