Disaster Upon Encountering Ghosts

Darkness spread, blotting out the sky above the New City.

The ghostly realm loomed with a sinister air, shadows emitting shrill wails.

The next moment, darkness descended, covering the entire land of the New City.

The people from the Central Continent all changed color. They had expected a disaster here, but not one to arrive so quickly.

Almost at the same time, countless shadows invaded simultaneously, and some minor cultivators who had not withdrawn in time were immediately swept into the darkness.

Pinpricks of starlight continuously rose from within the shadows toward the firmament.

It was the sight of souls being drawn into the formation.

By the time the shadows dispersed, the cultivators who had been swept inside had already been reduced to ashes.

"Get into the air!"

Someone could not help shouting, but what followed was the dense barrage of attacks from the cultivators overhead.

Against such a group of cultivators, Wayfarer cultivators were like tigers among sheep. Every gesture brought wanton slaughter.

The sight made the powerful cultivators' eyes crack with fury, and Xia Wuyou had already fled into the air.

"You beasts!"

As he spoke, Tight Hoop Like Prison was cast over the cultivators who had attacked most viciously.

Those Wayfarer cultivators had initially been utterly disdainful, but when the hoop actually settled around their heads, their expressions changed one after another.

They could not remove it?

Their spiritual power could not destroy it!

They tried every method at their disposal, yet they were actually unable to take it off!

"Curse!"

Xia Wuyou shouted coldly, abruptly tightening Tight Hoop Like Prison again and again. In an instant, several cultivators' faces twisted in agony.

Golden light streaked across the ground. In a flash, it darted past several cultivators, and the next moment, several hearts were strung through Xia