Just as the smoke neared the fence around the village outskirts, Luo Yunji, standing on the wooden platform, gave a soft "hmph."
What followed was the Ice Bowl he raised high above his head, from which great billows of icy-white mist rapidly surged out. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped all of Wuyuan Village, while even more Ice Mist rushed toward the black-gray smoke beyond.
In Tian Buyi and the others' eyes, the two kinds of smoke were like armies arrayed against each other, colliding and intertwining in an instant. At first, they fought on even terms, but later, Luo Yunji's icy-white mist gradually gained the upper hand, swallowing up all the black smoke it encountered and turning it into itself.
The entire village was protected within the icy-white mist.
Luo Yunji looked outside the village. Beyond the Ice Mist, there seemed to be shrieking sounds, constantly battering at the outer Ice Mist and stirring up ripples through it, like waves.
"You dare use mere Nether Ghost Mist to commit evil!" Following Luo Yunji's contemptuous sneer, the bundle of Black Silk behind his head suddenly floated behind him, baring its claws and fangs.
Luo Yunji heard that the shrieking still continued. His gaze chilled slightly, and he shouted in furious wrath, "Rain, come!"
"Let's hurry inside and lie down!" Zhang Xiaofan quickly pulled Tian Buyi and He Dazhi toward a nearby house, and at the same time reminded Ghost King and Old Ancestor Fengyue.
"Again!"
Hearing Zhang Xiaofan's warning, Ghost King hastily pulled Old Ancestor Fengyue, who had been staring somewhat spellbound, and followed after them.
"Don't you have that Crystal Tablet? Why are you still hiding with us?" After entering the house, Ghost King looked at Zhang Xiaofan and asked.
"This Crystal Tablet can only make me