Song Wen fled unimpeded to the Purple-Rhyme Profound Tree, then waved a hand and fired a stream of spiritual power at its roots.
The entire Purple-Rhyme Profound Tree immediately tilted and fell. Yet before it could strike the ground, it was seized by an unseen force and swept into the storage ring on Song Wen's finger.
Without the slightest hesitation, Song Wen moved and sped into the distance.
As the concentration of ghostly qi around him gradually thinned, his senses slowly returned, but Song Wen discovered something was amiss.
The ghostly qi now covered an area that was far too vast, enveloping everything within a radius of ten thousand li around the cold pool.
At the very edge of the ghostly qi, a translucent black barrier was rapidly taking shape.
A bad feeling immediately rose in Song Wen's heart.
With no time to think further, he struck his own head with his palm.
His head exploded, while his remaining body turned into a dried corpse and fell from the air.
Yet even activating the Death-Substitute Puppet failed to help him escape. Instead, he crashed into a black barrier, and his figure abruptly appeared.
Song Wen looked at the black barrier before him, his expression somewhat grim.
In the end, he had underestimated this pack of damp-born, egg-laying beasts—and that Ghost Fox.
They had actually managed to set up a trapping formation covering ten thousand li in such a short time.
Song Wen rapidly formed thunder seals with both hands.
In an instant, pitch-black storm clouds gathered above his head, making the space within the barrier, already saturated with dense ghostly qi, appear even darker.
Crack!
Deep-brown Void-Shattering Divine Thunder tore free from the storm clouds. Rather than falling straight toward the earth, however, it slashed diagonally at the formation barrier.