"Roar!"
After letting out one final, unwilling cry, the hundred-zhang-tall phantom of the Ghost King could no longer resist.
Its enormous body shattered with a thunderous crash, turning into the most primordial black qi, which was completely swallowed by the golden vortex.
Above the altar, the Myriad Soul Banner in the Styx Sect Master's hand let out a mournful cry, and the enormous ghost face on its surface instantly dimmed.
The countless trapped souls within the banner were sucked dry by that tiny gourd in an instant.
This ancient, most vicious artifact of the Ghost Path had now been reduced to nothing more than a useless object.
"Pfft!"
With his life-bound treasure destroyed, the Styx Sect Master's mind reeled, and he abruptly spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
His face turned as pale as paper, and his aura withered to its lowest point.
At that moment, the entire world seemed to fall silent.
Only the golden vortex remained. After swallowing everything, it slowly shrank, then finally vanished into the gray Wine Gourd.
The members of Dawn Squad stared blankly at the miraculous scene before them, their minds utterly empty.
They couldn't find words to describe the shock they felt.
All they knew was that their captain had performed another miracle.
Li Xiaoyu put away the Immortal-Slaying Gourd.
He looked at the Styx Sect Master on the altar, who had been left distraught by the destruction of his treasure. A cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.
It was time to end this.
The peerless phantom of the Ghost King had vanished.
The Myriad Soul Banner, which had been refined for hundreds of years, had lost all its spiritual nature and become an ordinary object.
On the altar, the Styx Sect Master sank to his knees, utterly distraught.
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