"How dare you! You actually killed my Ghost Emperor!" the old man said through gritted teeth.
With these six corpse puppets, it was indeed possible to kill the dozen or so Nascent Soul Realm cultivators who had entered in separate groups.
The old man hesitated no longer. His figure flashed, and he appeared before the entrance to Song Wen's cave abode.
"Wu Yue, stop playing these ghostly tricks. Come out and die!"
"Senior Ghost Hero, the one who dies might not be me." A mocking voice drifted up from a corner of the valley floor below.
The old man called Ghost Hero looked toward the voice and saw Wu Yue standing at the entrance to an underground cave.
Ghost Hero was just about to fly into a rage when he suddenly noticed something strange about the fluctuations of spiritual energy overhead.
He looked up. The anger that had just risen on his face vanished instantly, replaced by undisguised horror.
Another barrier had risen at the entrance to the ravine-and it was a fifth-tier formation.
Creak!
The stone door of the cave abode, not far from Ghost Hero, suddenly swung open.
Immediately afterward, a wave of blood surged wildly out through the doorway.
Faced with one unexpected turn after another, Ghost Hero had long since lost his earlier composure as an esteemed senior. He was now utterly panicked.
It was not that his resolve was too weak. The pressure emanating from the Blood Tide was simply too powerful. Ghost Hero felt like a tiny boat amid towering, tempestuous waves, any one of which could overturn him.
In his panic, he hurriedly retreated while sending the Soul-Breaking Awl hurtling toward the Blood Tide.
However, he was already standing on the platform outside the cave abode, only a few dozen feet from its