Ghost Cry had visited the Howling Spirit Hall a few times when he first joined the Soul-Chaos Sect. Back then, Tiger Roar Hall had not yet borne that name. It was still a sect devoted to beast-taming arts, before Shi Meng turned it into his own hall.
Times had changed. The Soul-Chaos Sect had gradually grown to dominate the field, becoming another Tiger Roar Hall. Ghost Cry now understood Shi Meng a little better, and even felt some sympathy for him.
Some paths left no choice. If you did not take that step, someone else eventually would.
Ghost Cry stopped at the entrance to Tiger Roar Hall's main hall and surveyed his surroundings with quiet satisfaction.
Once today was over—just today—the Soul-Chaos Sect would swallow Tiger Roar Hall. From then on, his sect alone would dominate all of Wushi City.
The road Shi Meng had failed to finish walking, he would finish for him...
The thought had barely crossed Ghost Cry's mind when he sensed something amiss.
Inside Tiger Roar Hall's main hall, a cold power had already locked onto him.
It was like a venomous serpent that had lain hidden for ages, waiting at last for its prey to enter the trap.
A burst of icy Sword Qi exploded toward Ghost Cry.
What fearsome Sword Qi.
Ghost Cry's body swelled abruptly, inflating like a ball. Streams of viscous fluid ran down his expanding form.
This was the Soul-Chaos Sect's signature art, the Three Yin Corpse Transformations.
At its highest level, the practitioner could become a corpse demon, attended by countless Yin Demons whether moving or at rest. The Drowned Corpse Transformation was especially suited to withstanding attacks, its defenses second to none. It could also spew foul fluids that defiled an enemy's artifacts and divine abilities.
But when that