The blood-mist skeletons lunged directly at the five Black Bamboo Mountain ghost cultivators.
The five ghost cultivators were terrifyingly powerful as well.
One of them let out a piercing shriek.
"Woo woo woo..."
It was a kind of ultrasonic scream...
The sound echoed throughout the Great Rift Valley, and the crimson blood-mist skeletons were instantly shattered by the sound waves.
But just as the blood-mist skeletons broke apart, the white-haired old man sprang forward to attack.
He struck out with his palm:
"Ghost Art: Yellow Springs Palm!"
With a boom, ghostly aura spread everywhere. One ghost cultivator was struck head-on and instantly knocked to the ground.
The others charged the old man one after another, but the old man suddenly opened his mouth.
"Roar..."
A vicious ghost rapidly crawled out of the white-haired old man's mouth.
This was a characteristic of the Yellow Springs Valley Leng Family—they raised ghosts within their bodies, ghosts bound to their lives.
It was much like the Huang Family of Southern Miao. The Huang Family raised life-bound Soul-Devouring Gu.
The ghost was a ferocious Female Ghost, dressed in green robes with cracks covering her face. The moment she appeared, she slashed her claws at the leading male ghost with the pale face streaked with blood...
Forcing the male ghost to retreat quickly.
Seeing this, my eyes widened.
This white-haired old man was incredibly formidable.
The ghost bound to his life was already Green Robe level. No wonder he had dared to boast about taking on five alone.
Now it seemed that this old man possessed cultivation comparable to my master's, and he also had a Green Robe-level ghost servant at his side.
He truly could take on the four Black Bamboo Mountain ghost cultivators.
As I watched, I became a little displeased.
This wasn't what