As that voice, like the wailing of an evil ghost, faded, Zhou Tongwei's already withered face aged visibly.
The few wisps of hair left on his head vanished without a trace when a breeze passed over them.
Clearly, using the strongest move of the Wasted Death Life-Seizing Curse—the Three Bows of the Evil Ghost—in succession had damaged his body far more than he had expected.
Bleached bone even showed through his hunched body in several places.
Compared with the Primordial True Demon Luo Yi had encountered before, Zhou Tongwei, Proprietor of Cloudveil Waterside Pavilion, looked more like a fiend now.
But this time, Luo Yi did not stand foolishly in place and wait for the Three-Headed, Six-Armed, Thousand-Faced Evil Ghost to bow toward him.
Instead, he clasped both hands behind his back and stood tall. His expression was detached, his presence as imposing as a deep abyss and a towering peak, his calm eyes undisturbed by the slightest ripple.
"I told you that move wouldn't work on me. Why won't you believe it?"
As his words fell, he abruptly vanished from everyone's sight.
When he reappeared, his fist was already before Zhou Tongwei's forehead, Spiritual Energy surging fiercely around it.
Sensing danger, Zhou Tongwei rapidly formed hand seals.
The mountain-sized image of the Three-Headed, Six-Armed, Thousand-Faced Evil Ghost thrust out all six clawed arms toward him and the young man.
The commotion was like a terrifying mountain collapsing behind them in an instant. Countless piercing wails echoed in their ears.
On the heels of those wails came countless figures whose faces were barely more than vague outlines.
Yet everyone present could clearly sense the ferocity, resentment, sorrow, and other expressions on those faces—expressions that stirred pity in their hearts.
The moment the six-armed evil ghost's great hands crashed down, the