The blood-mist skeleton lunged directly at the five ghost cultivators from Black Bamboo Mountain.
The five ghost cultivators were terrifyingly powerful as well.
One of them let out a piercing shriek.
"Woo, woo, woo..."
It was a shriek like ultrasonic waves...
The sound echoed throughout the Great Rift Valley, and the crimson blood-mist skeleton was instantly shattered by the sonic vibrations.
But just as the vicious blood-mist skeleton broke apart, the white-haired old man leaped out to attack.
He struck with his palm.
"Ghost Art: Yellow Springs Palm!"
With a boom, ghostly energy spread through the air. One ghost cultivator was struck head-on and instantly knocked to the ground.
The others charged at the old man, but he suddenly opened his mouth.
"Awooo..."
A vicious ghost rapidly crawled out of the white-haired old man's mouth.
This was a trait of the Leng Family of Yellow Springs Valley. They raised ghosts within their bodies—their bonded ghosts.
This was somewhat similar to the Huang Family of Southern Miao, except the Huang Family raised bonded Soul-Devouring Gu.
The ghost was a ferocious Female Ghost in green robes, her face covered in cracks. The moment she appeared, she slashed her claws at the blood-streaked, pale-faced male ghost leading the group...
Forcing him to retreat quickly.
Seeing this, my eyes widened.
This white-haired old man was incredible.
His bonded ghost was already at the Green Robe level. No wonder he had dared to boast and take on five opponents alone.
It now 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 really could take on the four ghost cultivators of Black Bamboo Mountain.
Watching this, I became a little displeased.
This was not what I wanted to see. If this