The sky was blotted out by a vast expanse of noise and dust.
Ye Tian looked indifferently at the seething mass of little ghosts and vicious ghosts before him, coldness rising in his eyes.
"There is no need for you to act, Young Master. I have only just recovered, and I am in need of great nourishment."
The Judge said as he stepped before Ye Tian and shielded him behind himself.
"Make it quick."
Ye Tian said calmly.
"Yes!"
The Judge answered in a deep voice, nodding.
A trace of ferocity flashed through his eyes. The faint aura emanating from him already suppressed those ghosts.
Thus, though thousands upon thousands of little ghosts filled the space before them, not one dared to step forward even half a pace.
The Judge sneered, then opened his enormous mouth and inhaled sharply!
A fierce wind suddenly rose, its howling gusts continuously driving the little ghosts before them toward the Judge.
Then the gale grew stronger and stronger. The Judge's gaping mouth became like a pool of blood, instantly swallowing the group of little ghosts before him.
He smacked his lips, savoring the taste.
The remaining survivors retreated without pause. Though their intelligence was limited, they were still living creatures and at least knew to seek fortune and avoid disaster.
That swarm of little ghosts had rushed here earlier because they had sensed Ye Tian's aura, yet had not sensed the Judge's aura scattered into countless fragments.
Otherwise, they would never have dared approach this region.
"You dared bully my Young Master, and now you think you can leave?"
The Judge roared. A brush ten feet long suddenly condensed from Dao essence in his hand, and he pointed it forward.
In an instant, the little ghosts before him seemed to turn into ink, their