Facing the several Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasures hurtling toward him, Fang Tianchen flipped his right hand. A flash of black light revealed a small black mirror, its reverse side bearing a ferocious ghost face and radiating astonishing spiritual energy.
A mournful chorus of ghostly wails rang out as the small black mirror spewed a stream of black ghostfire, sweeping toward the incoming treasures.
The yellow Sand Spear, Golden Moon Wheel, Ice Soul Pearl, and other treasures touched the black ghostfire and immediately began to emit green smoke. Their spiritual radiance dimmed, and they swayed unsteadily, as though they had suffered a tremendous loss of spirituality.
Dense swarms of ghosts pounced forward. Han Yan formed a hand seal, and an enormous Golden Crow phantom appeared in the air above him. Opening its beak, the Golden Crow phantom spewed a thick torrent of golden flames, which fell upon
the ghosts. After letting out miserable ghostly shrieks, the ghosts emitted green smoke and turned into black spheres.
Any ghost that touched the golden flames turned into a black sphere, including even Spirit Transformation-stage ghosts.
"Golden Crow!"
Fang Tianchen's expression hardened. Fortunately, it was only a Golden Crow Dharma Idol. If it had been a true Golden Crow, he would have had to flee.
Fang Tianchen formed a hand seal, and black light flared across his body as a vast expanse of black yin qi surged forth, shrouding him.
A gust of yin wind blew behind Han Changming, and an incomparably vicious ghost suddenly appeared at his back. The instant it emerged, it released a piercing, ear-splitting ghostly shriek and spewed a blast of black ghostfire. At the same time, a pair of pitch-black ghost claws shot toward Han Changming.
Ripples spread through the air above Han Changming's head, and an ink-black ghost claw appeared