As that figure rose to its feet, the four Ghost Immortals simultaneously caught an unusual scent.
The stench seemed to mingle rotting corpses, blood, and scorched flesh, setting the tone for Li Ling's arrival. Within it lingered faint traces of the Man-Eating Monk, Red Mei-Niang, the Horse-Faced Daoist, the Yellow-Faced Old Woman, and even Elder Huang, who had just collapsed unconscious.
The Ghost Immortals could not help hallucinating those figures before them. They forced their minds steady and looked closely, but there was no one there. Even the avatar Li Ling had projected had disappeared.
Yet their instincts told them he had not left.
Li Ling's avatar was right there; they simply could not see him.
"Here it comes again..."
"He must have concealed his avatar, transmitting incense resonance through the mind and manifesting through fragrance!"
The Grand Elder of the Blood Shadow Sect offered this conjecture in a grave voice.
"It may have something to do with his power of law. If we attack, that avatar is false, nothing but an illusion.
"If we take a blow, however, he turns from illusion to reality like something out of a dream, and is no longer an illusion!"
The others froze at his words.
"We can only take a beating, without fighting back? How can such a shameless trick exist?"
"Wouldn't that make him invincible under heaven?"
The Grand Elder of the Blood Shadow Sect said, "There are countless mighty figures in this world. Becoming invincible under heaven is hardly that easy. We are simply too weak, and lack the means to unravel it!"
The Ghost Immortal from another sect, the Blood Corpse Sect, could not help agreeing. "Indeed. Take Daoist Meng, the Meng Family's Old Ancestor in the Ghost Soul Sect. His Substitute Death Art has reached a truly miraculous