In an instant, black iron chains appeared one after another.
Just like last time at the shop, when that male Yin Envoy had used iron chains to bind and take away the three "honored ones."
The chains were intangible and could pass through everything around them.
Including rocks, trees, weeds...
Yet they caused no damage or effect whatsoever as they shot toward the Black Monks, Evil Lamas, Black Bamboo Mountain ghost cultivators, Huang Family members, Leng Family members, the pig demon, and the flesh-and-blood monster.
Not only that, one of them stabbed directly toward the hot spring pool, straight at me, hidden in the dark.
I watched in utter shock.
Even with the Phantom Moon Cloak on, I had been exposed? She was going to bind me too?
Before I could react, the various forces across from me all shouted:
"Move!"
"Dodge!"
"Run!"
"..."
"My fate is mine, not Heaven's..."
"Not even a Yin Envoy can bind Leng Family members..."
The evil cultivators, ghost cultivators, and demons all began fleeing.
But the Leng Family was the sole exception.
The Leng Family believed in living only for this life and seeking nothing in the next.
Even after death, they would not enter reincarnation, instead remaining in Yellow Springs Valley as ghost cultivators who guarded the Dao.
Especially the white-haired old man at the front. He bit through his tongue and suddenly shouted:
"Yellow Springs Ghost Art, Yin-Extinguishing Curse!"
In an instant, a bloody light erupted.
The white-haired old man spat out a mouthful of blood. Amid the spreading crimson glow,
more than a dozen iron chains near the Huang Family members—including the chains binding their natal ghosts—shattered in an instant...
The sight left me stunned from afar.
That old man from the Leng Family was incredibly powerful. He actually dared to