Both of them threw lethal moves, aiming straight for the other's life, devoid of any flashiness or profundity of magical duels seen on television, leaving only gales of gloomy wind.
The thick chains in the room were affected by the dense, sinister aura, chiming and clattering as they trembled. A sort of bizarre energy flowed along the chains, converging all the way in front of the white jade coffin, as if accelerating the awakening of the extremely yin ghost lying inside.
Yu Xing kept track of his position relative to the white jade coffin, wrapping the coffin in black fog to block the power surging from the chains. Yet, he suffered slight corrosion himself and felt a bit uncomfortable, so he simply sat atop the coffin to watch this dog-eat-dog showdown.
Master of Ten Thousand held a scroll of blood-inscribed scriptures, and as he turned the pages, blood Qi permeated the air. Several vague, translucent ghosts flew out from the pages, and the air was instantly filled with a nearly materialized resentment.
Though they clearly lacked physical bodies, they were drenched from head to toe, as if having just crawled out from the bottom of the water, and viscous putrid fluid dripped onto the ground, emitting a foul stench.
The scriptures composed of blood characters were branded onto the distorted faces of the ghosts. As soon as they emerged, they obeyed Master of Ten Thousand's will, lunging toward River Witch with bared fangs and brandished claws.
Master of Ten Thousand himself held the scripture in one hand and a small knife in the other, carving a slash across the back of his hand, which already showed sagging signs of old age. Blood flowed from the wound, yet it did not drip downward.
He stared viciously at River Witch and suddenly