Thunder rolled through the sky as dark winds rose.
Red petals danced through the air. The instant scarlet flowers appeared, a wedding procession flickered into view amid the sea of blossoms.
A red bridal bed led the way!
The faces of the bridesmaids at the head of the procession were as pale as paper.
The red on their lips was a lurid, sickly crimson.
They carried bamboo baskets, scattering flowers into the sky.
Several others held red lanterns, but the flames inside them glowed a ghostly green.
The sedan-chair bearers all had sunken eye sockets and blank expressions. Their wedding clothes were a dark shade of red.
The red curtains of the bridal sedan swayed from side to side. Within, the bride's face was faintly visible: bloodless and lifeless, as white as if it had been dusted with ash.
The suona music from behind was joyful, yet every note carried an eerie undertone.
Wherever the procession passed, it left behind a bone-chilling cold and gusts of frigid wind.
At the same time the wedding procession appeared, white paper money began to flutter in front of it. A funeral procession pushed forward through the drifting paper.
The suona was not playing a festive tune, but a mournful, piercing dirge.
A coffin led the way.
People dressed in white robes surrounded it. Their eyes were hollow, and none of them wept, creating an utterly eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
The two processions, appearing at once, charged toward Bai Baoshan.
Yin Thunder and a force of evil corruption descended together.
"Eighth Spirit Skill, Dou Zhuan Xing Yi Tian Qiong Zhen!"
With nowhere to dodge, Bai Baoshan sensed that it was a locking Spirit Skill. His eighth black Spirit Ring spun rapidly.
His Heaven Star Furnace Martial Soul formed a barrier of stars.
The moment