An evil gleam flared in Bai Qingmiao's eyes. Energy erupted around him, gathering rapidly in every part of his body. In an instant—
A gigantic blood-red shadow appeared behind him, and even the whole of White Bone Mountain began to tremble violently under his command.
At some unknown point...
Bai Qingmiao had already bound himself to the entire White Bone Mountain and every living creature upon it.
To put it simply, even if everyone on White Bone Mountain died...
He might not die. But if he died here, every living creature on the mountain would absolutely follow him into the grave.
These practitioners of the Demonic Path really had made tremendous strides in their methods.
Indeed, Qin Jiuge ought to learn a thing or two from them.
Unfortunately, his opponent's horizons were far too narrow.
His opponent's Demonic Path arts were ruthless and vicious, but Qin Jiuge also had ample experience dealing with demonic fiends like him. Moreover, Qin Jiuge's bottom line was even lower than theirs. He therefore smiled faintly. "That's it? The mighty abbey master of White Bone Abbey on White Bone Mountain only has these paltry Demonic Path tricks? Can't you try something fresh?
"For instance, when you die, take the millions of living creatures in a city with you, or the tens of millions in an entire region, or even hundreds of millions. You could also keep extending this mutually destructive binding art of yours to the promising young talents of all the great Lineages.
"That way, whoever killed you would offend all those living creatures and factions across the Great Thousand Worlds within the Supreme Immortal Realm in one fell swoop. Wouldn't they spend the rest of their life being endlessly harassed and hunted?
"Someone like that could easily end up following you into the