Terrifying Evil Spirit, Immense Crisis

The headless creature rode an undead steed as it slowly approached. An invisible will surged forth like a tidal wave, turning the winds and clouds pale.

"Holy shit! Is that an evil spirit?" Uncle Boya stared wide-eyed, sensing the aura of death from this unusual evil spirit.

This one was far more powerful than any of the ones they had killed before.

"You damned crow beak! Just as you wished, it's here."

Ling Xiao's expression was grave. This headless evil spirit looked completely different from the others. It possessed a physical body—both the dead horse beneath it and its headless torso.

It seemed to indicate that, before this, it had gone through a great battle and had been beheaded.

Could it be that all evil spirits had once been cultivators like them, only to become this way for some reason?

"You all deserve to die!"

At that moment, a thunderous voice came from the headless man, filled with endless killing intent.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically as an incomparably powerful will swept over them. Under this pressure, the Snow Heaven Clan disciples immediately trembled in body and soul, their faces turning pale. Some were already coughing up blood.

This headless evil spirit had reached the seventh transformation of the Half-Step Great Dao, stronger than any opponent they had encountered before.

"It's over, it's over! We're dead for sure this time!" Uncle Boya was nearly scared pissless. Even the Chaos-Hole Ancestral Dragon was only at the eighth transformation, while this evil spirit was merely one transformation below him.

"It's all because of you, you dog bastard, you jinx! You kept yapping away and wishing for an evil spirit to come. Now that it has come, it's yours to deal with!"

Golden Horn Dao Lord was so anxious he nearly jumped out of