Turning Point

Beneath the hillside, within the blood mist.

Zheng Que stood suspended in midair, his robes snapping in the wind as his eyes darted rapidly, ceaselessly scanning every direction around him.

The surroundings were deathly silent. There was no trace whatsoever of the "Belly Specter." Had this tricky specter already left this place?

Yet Zheng Que did not relax in the slightest, remaining vigilant.

Time slowly passed. Then, without warning, a hole burst open in the ground directly beneath him. Amid the sound of sand and soil sliding down, the "Belly Specter" shot out like a venomous snake leaving its burrow. The tooth-filled mouths all over its shell gaped wide, snapping viciously at him.

Zheng Que's gaze instantly locked onto the "Belly Specter," and he flipped his right palm, striking downward.

The black-and-white palm imprint woven from yin energy and True Essence howled through the air, carrying a biting gale as it struck the ascending "Belly Specter" squarely.

Boom!!!

The "Belly Specter's" entire shell stiffened, and like a kite with its string cut, it was instantly smashed back into the hole in the ground, widening it further. Countless grains of sand and dirt rapidly poured into the hole, burying its body in the blink of an eye.

By now, Zheng Que had expended a great deal of True Essence. The tricky specters of [Iron Tree Hell] were clearly stronger than the early Core Formation cultivators he had encountered before.

But with the [United Heart Ghost Hand] Yan Bingyi had taught him, he was not at a disadvantage in a head-on clash.

Of course, most importantly, he knew the Belly Specter's secrets. As long as he did not open his mouth before it, the Belly Specter would be unable to display its true strength.

As his thoughts raced, Zheng Que immediately looked