In fact, the Phantom Scorpion King's suspicion could not be considered entirely wrong. Although Lu Xiaotian was not connected to the Danzhu Buddhist Sect by countless ties as he had imagined, Lu Xiaotian had not devoted much thought to the task assigned by the Devil Lord.
After giving a few instructions to Ban Qianzhi and the Phantom Scorpion King, Lu Xiaotian shot toward where Mingyi, Ming'e, and the ghost creatures were battling.
A bone bell trembled in the void, and vast amounts of drowsy gray mist came surging toward them, forming a gray vortex.
At that moment, Ming'e held a ritual hammer and chanted incantations. Every time the hammer struck the purple-black wooden fish before him, lightning burst out from within it. Purple-black lightning tore through the air with a sharp crackle.
The purple-black lightning struck the oncoming gray mist. The mist seemed to catch fire, and a large swath of it was scorched away by the lightning.
However, even more gray mist quickly surged in. Although Ming'e's thunder arts were not weak, compared with the gray mist filling the entire void, they were utterly insignificant.
The gray mist could not be defeated, and the same was true for Lu Xiaotian. The only exploitable weakness lay with the human-headed, snake-bodied ghost creatures controlling the mist. Each held a long staff topped with swaying, bone-white bells. The sounds rippling out, combined with the gray mist, formed a superb lullaby.
At that moment, there were several hundred human-headed, snake-bodied ghost creatures surrounding Mingyi and Ming'e, and their auras varied in strength.
"Hiss—woo—" The leading human-headed, snake-bodied ghost creature let out a strange cry. The other ghost creatures followed with their own cries, violently shaking the bone-bell staffs in their hands.
The surging gray mist around them heaved violently. In the blink of