The True Lord Preached the Dao, the Perils of Incense Offerings

On the open ground of the Abandoned Timber Yard, a bitter wind swept up gray-white snow like a thin burial shroud around the ruined Land God Temple.

The moment Chu Bai finished speaking, more than a dozen Demon-Slaying Guards scattered like arrows loosed from the string.

Their steps fell in unison and without a sound as they swiftly sealed off a hundred paces in every direction.

"Hiss—!!!"

Sensing the living intruders' vital warmth, the dozens of Year-End Wraiths gathered in the ruins unleashed a hideous shriek.

It was more than a sound. It struck straight at the Divine Soul, carrying the decay and desolation of an entire year.

Several guards with weaker cultivation grew dizzy at once. The world before their eyes seemed veiled in a murky gray shadow.

"Steady your minds!"

Chu Bai gave a cold snort. The killing will of his General Star Destiny fell like a heavy hammer, shattering the resentment that clouded the air.

The battle erupted.

The dozens of Year-End Wraiths suddenly blurred. Before everyone's eyes, they sank into the shadows beneath their feet like melting snow.

The crisscrossing shadows of dead trees and broken walls around the Land God Temple became perfect cover.

"My lord, watch out! Those monsters can slip through shadows!"

Feng Qin shouted and drew his saber, sending a blazing arc of light into one patch of darkness. But the blade met no resistance. It only scattered gray snow across the ground.

Chu Bai stood at the center, terrifyingly calm.

Under his Divine Sense, they had nowhere to hide.

"Straight ahead. Three zhang." Chu Bai did not even turn. He pointed into empty space with his right hand.

A cloud of gray smoke burst from the seemingly empty shadow. A Year-End Wraith shrieked as it was pinned fast to a tree