"Whoosh!"
Like a wisp of smoke drifting unpredictably, Dong Tianze used the Nine-Twist Ghost Charm Technique to weave his way to the Pit Well.
He ignored Zhou Qingchen and Han Duping behind him completely. He only wanted to make sure nothing had gone wrong with the Black Tortoise Essence Blood.
The Ghost Chant's mournful wails suddenly fell silent. The colossal demon god formed from ghostly spirits also vanished into the nine holes in the blade.
The Ghost Chant had always been controlled in two entirely different ways.
When the wailing of ten thousand ghosts rang out, the weapon's own sharpness and durability weakened, while its power to invade the minds of living beings suddenly surged.
Once the wails stopped, the Ghost Chant's fierce, sharp spirit array would activate, turning it into an indestructible blade.
Clearly, piercing the Bewitching Red Lotus did not require the ghosts' mournful cries. He only needed to unleash the Ghost Chant's sharpest edge.
Dong Tianze drifted like a ghost to the mouth of the well. A thin layer of frost suddenly formed over the arm clutching the Ghost Chant.
His bone-chilling spiritual power had been seeping into the Ghost Chant, and the cold had spread beyond his skin.
At that moment, Pang Jian, waiting at the bottom of the well for Dong Tianze to appear, sprang up like a released spring.
He had sensed something unusual outside the well!
Clutching the Dragon-Patterned Spear in both hands, Pang Jian suddenly appeared in the darkest area below, as if he had turned invisible at the bottom of the well.
This was the optimal point of attack, determined after repeated deliberation!
The strange red lotus above had the greatest concentration of blood-red lines around its bud. Like a cluster of blood clouds, it blocked part of the dim light