The Yellowstone Ancestral Spirit let out a furious roar. When the roof leaked, the rain had to pour all night. Even these insignificant Wild Ghosts dared to bully me now?
With a roar, another enormous red hand, like a mass of Flame, reached out. One strike pinned at least several hundred Ghost Creatures beneath its palm, burning them to ash.
In the past, an attack like that would have sent even the largest horde of Wild Ghosts scattering.
But today was different. Despite the Yellowstone Ancestral Spirit's display of power, the Ghost Creatures charged straight at it without fear of death, their numbers growing all the while...
The Yellowstone Ancestral God roared in fury and struck again and again. With every blow, dozens, even hundreds, of Ghost Creatures turned to ash beneath its palm.
Powerful as these attacks were, they consumed an immense amount of strength, especially when the Yellowstone Ancestral Spirit was still struggling to digest the Baxuan Ancestral Spirit.
After just five or six strikes, the Yellowstone Ancestral Spirit could bear no more. The light of its Spirit Realm kept shrinking, and its gigantic flaming palm had dwindled by more than half.
If it had been human, they might have heard it panting by now.
Far behind the horde of ghosts, Gu Junjie was overjoyed. "The Yellowstone Ancestral Spirit can't hold on much longer! Press the attack..."
Wang Yanwen and Lu Rongguang exchanged a glance and said together, "Leave it to us..."
Tang Changsheng might not think much of their strength, but they were elites among Rogue Cultivators and experts of the Illusory Spirit Realm. Even compared with the Azure Sea True Void Palace's finest disciples, they were not far behind.
Now both unleashed the methods they had kept in reserve and attacked the Yellowstone Wizard.
Meanwhile, Tang