Spirit Warding Absolute Lightning, Ghost Loathing Dead End (Lower)

Night Lion saw it very clearly. Spirit Warding Ancestor came in person; even with six Six Desire Heavenly Demons—two of whom were only a hair's breadth away from the Calamity Law realm—they still had no chance of winning against this veteran Great Calamity Law Grandmaster. At this moment he inevitably had to complain about Ghost Loathing's side, whose efficiency truly was not high, otherwise with all the effort spent prompting Qin Xing into demonic deviation, why hadn't the changes on the formation disk been driven to their peak yet? If they could have done that, according to the deductions of several Devil Lords, they might not have been unable to tussle with Spirit Warding Ancestor for a round or two. The nine cultivators had exerted themselves to fly away early on, and even counting the distance maintained previously, at this time they were about thirty miles from the head of the Sky Shuttle Tide, but at most fifteen miles from where Spirit Warding Ancestor was. To a Great Calamity Law Grandmaster, this was far too close! A series of chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind, and Night Lion even suspected whether he had already been tainted and transformed by Demon Lord Huiyuan. Yet at this very moment, off to his left-front, Wan Mi—who had just rendezvoused with them and been forcibly dragged into the formation, and who had been hugging her mirror and weeping—suddenly suffered some kind of stimulus, broke through Zheng Mancheng's control, and let out a shrill scream, "Ah!" The sound wave turned into substance, skimming across the sea surface like a snapped bowstring, like a flying sword, colliding head-on with the Spiritfall Bird. Such a method of response truly was crude and clumsy to the absolute limit. Before the various cultivators even had time to curse fiercely,