"Prince Dai was terrifying and awe-inspiring." The sight alarmed Liu Zhan, but he did not dare look for long. He quickly steadied his mind and focused on casting the spell.
Hui Dao stood guard at Prince Dai's side, both to oversee the ritual and to protect him. Yet with Hui Dao's knowledge, Prince Dai's abilities perhaps needed no protection from him at all.
But as a prince, at a time like this, it would hardly do for him to have not a single cultivator by his side.
Since Hui Dao had staked all his hopes on Prince Dai, he naturally would not allow Prince Dai to suffer the slightest mishap!
However, the layers upon layers of nets had confined the black qi within them, and the ghosts and gods inside could not break out. Prince Dai's current position was very safe, so Hui Dao naturally devoted half his attention to what was happening inside.
The luster of the living gradually faded from his sight, and a gray scene filled Hui Dao's entire field of vision. Looking toward the ritual array, he saw streams of black qi running rampant through the Assistant Minister's Residence, killing intent raging unchecked. Threads of yin qi and corpse qi seeped out from underground, while yin resentment surged into the heavens, turning the place into what seemed like a haunt of ghosts and Water Goblins.
A sheet of red light covered the sky. The ritual net was red, blotting out the heavens in dark crimson as it descended upon the ghosts and gods. Nor was that all. Accompanied by the spells, thunder and fire continually collided.
Wherever thunder cracked, a mass of black smoke below scattered at the sound. That was not all—the lightning transformed into raging flames, fierce winds, and floods that swept toward the