The green-maned beast lashed out with two furry paws at the group, its claws exuding patches of greenish light and a foul, rotting stench. Anyone scratched by them would undoubtedly suffer terribly.
Yet both Lu Xiaotian and Su Qing were fully capable of holding off the green-maned beast. After all, the immense might of their nascent soul magic tools now enabled them to battle it on equal footing. Logic suggested that once these two beasts realized they were outmatched, they would show at least a hint of fear or dread, but judging by the current situation, the two beasts seemed entirely unconcerned about an escape route.
Lu Xiaotian and Su Qing, who had reacted the fastest, struck simultaneously. With a sword and a whip, they sealed off all avenues of attack and even the retreat paths of the two beasts, needing only a few exchanges to slaughter these two fiercely powerful nether corpses. Just as the two of them launched their attacks and the other three reacted one after another, eager to join the fray, a very faint sound suddenly echoed within this mysterious space. At this critical juncture, behind the seven-night nether ancient flower lay what had originally been a pitch-black stillness. Yet this patch of darkness suddenly converged onto a single point, forming a black mirror. Three white skulls, each the size of a winnowing basket, abruptly burst forth from the mirror. Amidst eerie, chilling laughter, they opened their jaws to bite at Lu Xiaotian, Luo Qian, and Su Qing. Each and every skull radiated a powerful aura, bearing the character 'marquis' carved upon its forehead.
Ghost marquises were originally equivalent to Foundation Establishment cultivators of the human race, and the 'marquis' characters on the foreheads of the three skulls before them were as pitch-black as ink, marking