"Ancestor Suiyin Ghost!" Wei Dongming's expression changed drastically. In this region, the only one who could possess such a terrifying ghostly aura was the legendary Ancestor Suiyin Ghost.
Before a powerhouse of this caliber, he and Kongyan would be utterly useless. Even the slightest delay in escaping would mean certain death.
Wei Dongming looked at the arm pinned beneath the mountain. Even if its owner was a Heavenly Dragon Realm powerhouse, he was now a tiger fallen to the plains. There was no way he could deal with Ancestor Suiyin Ghost in his current state.
If not for Hua Qingying, Wei Dongming felt he would probably have fled. He had indeed promised to serve the other party, but the enemies who had appeared before him were ones he and Kongyan couldn't face.
Hearing Wei Dongming's cry, Kongyan's heart sank to the bottom.
He didn't have as many thoughts as Wei Dongming. He simply felt that after so much planning, with success almost within reach, Ancestor Suiyin Ghost's sudden appearance would likely make all their efforts come to nothing.
Wei Dongming and Kongyan both thought the situation had become impossible to salvage. But Ancestor Suiyin Ghost, who had been triumphant just moments earlier, suddenly cried out in alarm.
The runic array on the surface of the spatial mountain before them abruptly shifted. It merged with the spatial fluctuations of the mountain itself, forming a terrifying spatial vortex.
The enormous ghostly claw, whose aura had just been so fearsome, had been reaching for Lu Xiaotian's arm. Now, it was caught in the pull of the spatial vortex.
Not only that, but farther away, an old man with a goatee and clad in a Yin Mountain ghost robe was being dragged over by that terrifying spatial force, his face twisted with shock and