They both went straight for the kill, using vicious moves meant to take the other's life. There was none of the dazzling, mysterious spectacle of a TV drama's "spell duel"—only a chill wind howling through the room.
The thick chains in the room trembled and clanged under the influence of the dense, sinister aura. A strange force flowed along them, gathering in front of the white jade coffin, as if hastening the awakening of the extremely yin ghost creature lying inside.
Yu Xing kept an eye on his position relative to the white jade coffin. He wrapped the coffin in black mist to block the force coming from the chains, but he himself still suffered some minor erosion and felt a little uncomfortable. So he simply sat on the coffin and watched the two tear into each other.
Master of Ten Thousand held a scroll of scripture written in blood. As he turned the pages, blood-colored energy billowed out, and several blurry, translucent ghostly figures flew from the book. The air was instantly filled with resentment so dense it was almost tangible.
They had no physical bodies, yet they were soaked from head to toe, as though they had just crawled out of the water. Viscous, rotten fluid dripped onto the ground, filling the air with a foul stench.
Scripture written in blood was carved across the twisted faces of the ghostly figures. The moment they appeared, they obeyed Master of Ten Thousand's will and lunged at River Witch, claws bared.
Master of Ten Thousand held the scripture in one hand and a small knife in the other. He cut the back of his already withered, aged hand, but the blood that seeped from the wound did not fall.
He glared viciously at River Witch, then suddenly took a palm-sized