Out of Control

Below the hillside, the dust and sand had already settled, while blood mist hung thick in the air.

Within the fresh pit, the sound of trickling water gradually faded amid a soft patter.

The pooled water reflected the surroundings: barren, lifeless.

The "shadow puppets" cast aside by [Evil Shadow Play] had all turned into indistinct shadows and sunk into the earth.

Upon the shimmering water's surface, only a long figure floating in midair was reflected. It coiled like a ribbon, its mouths bristling with sharp teeth. Like a sculpture, it remained utterly motionless, suspended in the air.

The surrounding Yin Energy seemed to have been summoned by something, surging in without cease and being completely absorbed by the "Belly Specter."

The lingering resentment of the cultivators who had died nearby also drifted into the air, clumps of gray-black "mist" crowding before the Belly Specter's tooth-filled mouths, allowing themselves to be devoured.

Tap, tap, tap...

At that moment, a jumble of footsteps sounded from the blood mist. Before long, seven or eight travel-worn Rogue Cultivators arrived.

The auras of these Rogue Cultivators varied greatly in strength. Their leader was a middle-aged man in a brown robe, with the aura of the Golden Core Realm emanating from his body.

The moment he arrived nearby, the brown-robed Golden Core cultivator swept his gaze around and immediately discovered that there was not a single person here. Only beneath the hillside, a ghost creature from [Iron Tree Hell] coiled in midair.

The brown-robed Golden Core cultivator frowned. As a Rogue Cultivator, his information was not as swift as that of the court cultivators. He had only heard of the opportunity within this high-level cultivator's tomb not long ago. After going to every possible length to learn its exact location, he had immediately brought his disciples