A moment later, Yan Chihuo's Spiritual Eye caught sight of the Netherworld Absolute Mist shrouding the sky. At the same time, he sensed that another Ascension Stage cultivator had fallen.
Though anxious, he also felt somewhat relieved. "The Netherworld Absolute Mist is this formidable, yet Tianyang Kingdom has managed to hold out for so long. They must have some hidden trump cards." Still, he knew those measures could only offer a little resistance; they could never turn the tide.
When he arrived and entered the Netherworld black mist, he saw a Huang-surnamed cultivator and a Ning-surnamed cultivator from Cloud Purity Palace joining forces against a short-haired, dark-faced old man. It was Dongfang Ying.
Originally, the Huang-surnamed cultivator's strength was no weaker than Dongfang Ying's. But beneath the shroud of the Netherworld Absolute Mist, his power had plummeted. Even joining hands with the Ning-surnamed cultivator, they should have been unable to withstand Dongfang Ying. Yet the two seemed to possess some kind of treasure, their bodies gleaming with golden light. Though their cultivation had fallen greatly, together they could barely hold him off for a time. Still, their situation was exceedingly dire.
Dongfang Ying was still controlling the Hundred Ghost Soul-Locking Robe. Two Evil Ghost heads swayed around behind the Huang-surnamed cultivator, then bit viciously into him.
Already struggling to defend himself, the Huang-surnamed cultivator had no way to evade them. The two Evil Ghosts bit into the back of his neck. He felt the blood essence and spiritual power throughout his body rapidly draining away. Just as he was about to cast a spell, a huge hand slammed down upon him, and then he knew nothing more.
After dealing with the Huang-surnamed cultivator, Dongfang Ying gave a sinister laugh and said to the Ning-surnamed cultivator, "Your Cloud Purity Palace truly