As soon as Bai Yijian finished speaking, Yang Guang, the West Ridge Devil Lord beside him, rose to his feet and rapidly formed hand seals.
As a sinister current of spirit essence circulated, a vast expanse of white radiance appeared out of thin air, and a hundred skeletal hands burst through the air.
"Hundred Ghosts' March, Hand of the Yellow Springs!"
Crack, crack, crash!
A succession of bursting, tearing sounds rang out. Like tentacles possessed of minds of their own, the skeletal hands pursued the members of the Mo Household.
"How dare you, you insolent scoundrel!"
The Mo Household Head flew into a rage. He struck out with his hand, and a brilliant golden light shone from within his body.
Then the phantom image of a divine general clad in golden armor and a majestic battle helmet enveloped him, becoming an imposing dharma aspect that retaliated with tremendous force.
The divine general's dharma aspect seemed to possess a body as solid as flesh. Mirroring the Mo Household Head's posture exactly, it slammed a palm into the skeletal hands. A cacophony of cracks immediately rang out as every skeletal hand shattered.
"Nothing more than this..."
The Mo Household Head snorted coldly.
But no sooner had the words left his mouth than his expression froze.
The shattered skeletal hands whirled and danced through the hall as though swept up by a raging wind.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A succession of sharp whistles rang out as the white bones pierced one body after another like flying swords.
Screams rose one after another. Nearly half the Mo Household elders present were injured on the spot.
Even the Mo Household Head himself felt a powerful force strike his dharma aspect during a momentary lapse. The divine general's armor was torn open, leaving a huge gash.