Lu Qing's air-piercing fist heavily wounded Old Gu, and the two fiends retreated. The ghostly green orb rose into the air. A chain of changes unfolded with the swiftness of a hare taking flight and a falcon swooping down, leaving people's eyes unable to keep up. Many nearby sensed the auras of the experts who had rushed in according to the agreement. The instant their attention slipped, only that thing howling with ghosts beneath the heavens remained in the field.
The ghostly green orb spun, forcing shrill, ethereal howls from more than ten pitch-black apertures across its surface. The sound made one's blood and heart churn the moment it entered the ears. That was Yu Ci's reaction; those with poorer cultivation felt even worse. Cries of alarm immediately rang out as people began scattering outward. Shadowy figures milled about in a chaotic mess, giving the fleeing pair better cover. In the blink of an eye, both had vanished without a trace.
The many Core Restoration experts converging from all directions split again. One group pursued toward the outskirts, while the other continued forward.
Lu Qing had no intention of giving chase. Listening to the waves of ghostly cries, she frowned slightly. She understood that the nine-foot brute had left this thing behind with no good intentions. This might not be all there was to it. She drew a deep breath and was about to act when someone among the arriving reinforcements exclaimed:
"A Soul Capturing Orb? How many apertures?"
Lu Qing did not care whether it was some Soul Capturing Orb or Soul Shattering Orb. She slightly raised her momentum and threw another punch. The instant her fist force touched the Soul Capturing Orb, the bizarre artifact suddenly flared. Lu Qing sensed a force at the orb's center, carrying potent