Changyuan Mountain, high in the sky.
The dragon shadow of the Dragon Envoy Flying Vessel was like a true dragon, rearing its head and roaring at the heavens. Countless orange lights burst forth, illuminating even the Ghost King's soul projection until it appeared somewhat insubstantial.
Whenever this happened, the orange dragon shadow would repeatedly assault the pitch-black Ghost King.
It shattered the Ghost King into pieces, turning it into countless second- and third-tier vicious ghosts.
But that was the nature of formations. So long as the formation foundations and flags remained intact, and there was a spirit vein or spiritual energy, Ghost Kings could continuously form and attack.
Yet clearly, the Xiao Mountain Prefecture cultivators aboard the Dragon Envoy Flying Vessel still held the upper hand. Though the formation arranged by the Ghost Mystery Sect was not weak, it ultimately lacked a Golden Core cultivator to control it.
Seeing Xiao Wankun injured, Xiao He was filled with urgency. In an instant, he began splitting off dragon shadows and sending them swooping toward Ghost Xuanzi.
The Purple Palace and Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Ghost Mystery Sect controlling the formation also made their move at this moment.
Under the ceaseless waving of their formation flags, a strange, enormous pitch-black ghost gate appeared before the dragon shadow.
As the dragon shadow closed in, the ghost gate opened with a crack, swallowing the dragon shadow within.
When the dragon shadow reappeared, it had transformed from an orange dragon into a pitch-black ghost dragon. Together with the previous Ghost King, it ravaged the Dragon Envoy Flying Vessel.
Only after the Dragon Envoy Flying Vessel once more summoned a dragon shadow for a charged strike did its spiritual light finally collapse, scattering outward as enormous ripples.
The entire Dragon Envoy Flying Vessel shuddered.
Xiao He's