Out of Control

This was yet another force that countered Yanluo Hall.

Wu Tang's expression changed at once. He couldn't help sizing up Golden Cicada, trying to see through him.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see through him at all, because Golden Cicada moved.

A vast cicada cry reverberated from within him. Under the crashing waves of sound, the Evil Ghost Manifestation seemed to be splashed with hot oil, billowing white smoke pouring from its entire body.

With only one exchange, the Evil Ghost Manifestation's face had already been completely mangled.

Wu Tang drew a sharp breath at the sight.

How viciously did this thing counter its opponent?

"This man must not be allowed to live!"

Yuan Rong stood below, shouting up at them, his face filled with murderous intent.

First it countered treasures, then cultivation techniques.

Now it was even countering manifestations.

What the hell were they supposed to do against that?

Who knew just how far the Heavenly Dao Sect could take this?

But no matter what, Golden Cicada absolutely could not be allowed to live!

For that, Yuan Rong was even willing to put off escaping.

Wu Tang's expression tightened. With one hand, he shattered the manifestation, then with the other, summoned a new one. Both man and manifestation attacked together.

Golden Cicada lightly tapped the ground with his foot and retreated several miles in a single step. At the next cicada cry, a vision of mountains of corpses and a sea of blood suddenly appeared behind him.

Fierce savagery, murderous intent, fury—the sight held every kind of menace. Even Wu Tang, charging forward, changed expression.

One could imagine just how sinister something had to be to make even a powerhouse from Yanluo Hall feel that it was wicked.

He hurriedly waved his hand. He and his manifestation made the same gesture,