Zhang Yuan's palm strike targeted not [Black Miasma] himself, but the hundred thousand crimson-skinned prison ghosts he had brought with him.
The Heavenly Yin Jade Radiance Seal happened to be short on soul power, and refining these hundred thousand prison ghosts would replenish a considerable amount. Since he had dared to snatch Zhang Yuan's Pre-Heaven Supreme Treasure, he ought to leave something behind as compensation.
The Great Nether World-Swallowing Hand swept forward, plunging into the hundred thousand prison ghosts.
Yet things did not go as Zhang Yuan had imagined. Although the Great Nether World-Swallowing Hand crushed nearly a third of the prison ghosts in one stroke, it failed to draw in their souls. Instead, they re-formed the instant they died, restored to their original state.
"I can't seize them? Why? Do these prison ghosts already have a master?"
Zhang Yuan's expression darkened, and he calculated the karma involved.
These hundred thousand prison ghosts were fundamentally different from lonely ghosts. Their souls had already been refined by someone, and the being who had refined them possessed an exceedingly high level of status. With his current abilities, he could not wrest away prison ghosts that had already been refined.
I've met my counter.
Even refining his Pre-Heaven Supreme Treasure had done him no good, and he could not refine the prison ghosts either. His abilities really were countered by [Black Miasma].
Since neither this nor that works, I might as well...
Zhang Yuan stood atop the Golden Carriage, fierce winds whipping against his body. As he watched [Black Miasma] pursuing him relentlessly, a ruthless gleam suddenly filled his eyes.
[Black Miasma] noticed the change in Zhang Yuan's gaze. For some reason, his heart tightened. Thinking Zhang Yuan was about to unleash some move, he immediately grew wary.
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