But the moment these evil ghosts and resentful souls came within three meters of Xia Ping, a dark golden flame automatically surged from his body, instantly burning them clean away with sizzling sounds.
At the same time, a wave of shrill screams rang out from deep within the void, as if something were being fried in boiling oil.
The Mourning Staff trembled, no longer daring to make any further movements. It seemed incomparably terrified of the power of those flames.
"Sure enough, it's a hell artifact. Truly evil."
Xia Ping reached out with one hand and immediately seized the Mourning Staff. At the same time, he poured his divine consciousness into it, refining the artifact in an instant and claiming it as his own.
He also sensed the cold, sinister power concealed deep within the Mourning Staff. It was as though it were a composite of countless Nether Ghosts, possessing all manner of inconceivable Nether Ghost powers.
Thus, he immediately understood that this was a weapon belonging to the Nether Ghosts, specially made for dealing with souls. Naturally, it also had special effects against demons and monsters, innately suppressing them.
Such a powerful evil artifact was naturally not something ordinary people could wield. Even demons and monsters would find it difficult to control; instead, the Mourning Staff would possess their bodies and turn them into its puppets.
That was why this artifact had been sealed here by certain demons and monsters, preventing other demons and monsters from coming into contact with it.
Of course, for Xia Ping, who possessed the Hell Golden Crow Bloodline and was innately capable of controlling all hellish powers, controlling the Mourning Staff was as easy as turning his hand over.
Clatter, clatter.
After refining the Mourning Staff, Xia Ping sensed a dense, profound source energy