"Nethercold Soul-Devouring Tide!"
The Liao-Yuan Ghost King gave a sinister smile. His pupils turned an eerie black-green, and an endless black tide spread out from his side. The black tide churned, freezing cold, its astonishing chill no weaker than the Yin Chi Ice Mist. Its sinister power was even more potent.
The waves rolled in, and several ghost heads wreathed in baleful flames opened their mouths and lunged toward Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly. Though this strange black tide was formidable—even ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators would not dare approach it—it could do nothing to him. Fanluo Spiritfire poured forth.
Blue and black, the two colors interwove and slaughtered one another.
A dark-red spear flickered in and out of the Soul-Devouring Tide, stabbing straight toward Lu Xiaotian's vital points.
The Misty Flying Sword swept out, Sword Qi surging skyward like a vast river rolling across the land, enveloping both the Liao-Yuan and Ku-Yuan Ghost Kings within it.
Seeing Lu Xiaotian fight two enemies alone while still carrying overwhelming momentum, Chen He'nian, Luo Qian, and the others felt slightly relieved. The sword formation in particular was nimble yet razor-sharp, and had actually trapped both Ghost Kings inside it. The group charged toward their respective opponents.
"Hahaha, good! Fellow Daoists of Soaring Heavens Palace, what magnificent courage!"
The Poison Sun True Person of the Demon Sun Sect wielded a Profound Yang Mirror, firing searing white light. Wherever it passed, the ghost clans scattered; even Ghost Kings dared not meet its edge. Seeing the astonishing spectacle created by Soaring Heavens Palace, he could not help throwing back his head and laughing. His regard for Lu Xiaotian grew a little stronger as well.
"What a formidable sword formation!" After the Liao-Yuan Ghost King fell into the formation and experienced its attacks, his expression finally