"Wooo—!!"
A piercing, mournful shriek suddenly erupted from deep within the dome overhead.
The sound waves did not spread outward. They pressed downward, bearing directly on the crowns of all five heads.
Miao Xiyue paled and swayed backward.
The Great Treasure Toad clamped all four feet onto her shoulders, his bulging eyes wide as a string of urgent croaks rattled in his throat.
This was the toad's warning.
Extreme danger.
In the darkness, the Yin Spirit revealed its true form, a mass of grayish-white mist swelling rapidly.
The mist's shape shifted indistinctly, sometimes resembling a twisted human face, sometimes a coiling snake, and sometimes turning into dozens of slender tendrils reaching in every direction.
It was more than ten times the size of the low-tier Yin Spirits in the Outer Cavern. Within its grayish-white mist, the distorted outline of a human body was faintly visible.
This meant it had very likely been a cultivator in life. After death, it had steeped in the dragon vein's death qi for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years, ultimately mutating into this monster, half spirit and half baleful entity.
"Attack!"
Li Xiang reacted immediately.
He did not draw his blade.
The Ghost-Slaying Blade was a physical weapon, with little effect against a spirit that possessed neither form nor substance.
He chose his Daoist profession ability instead.
His hands formed a seal as he silently recited an incantation to expel evil.
A golden ray shot from his fingertips at tremendous speed, carrying pure Daoist qi of utmost yang and purity as it cleaved straight toward the grayish-white mist on the dome.
Golden Light Mantra.
An orthodox Daoist School art for expelling evil and destroying baleful entities.
"Hiss—!!"
The instant the golden light collided with the grayish-white mist, a shrill scorching sound rang out.
The golden light