In the second-floor living room, a stark white Bone Banner floated upright in midair, its black fabric fluttering in the wind as though an invisible force were controlling it.
Wang Yu sat cross-legged before the banner, his eyes slightly closed. A wisp of his divine thought had entered the Yin Soul Banner, where he was observing something.
Within the murky gray space, densely packed Yin Spirits were still besieging enormous Blood Shadow pig phantoms.
But among the Yin Spirits, which had originally been nothing more than blurry ghostly shadows, three hideous fiends had appeared. Each stood two meters tall, with a single horn, a blue face, and protruding fangs.
These were "Yin Ghosts," true Entry-Tier ghost creatures that had evolved from Yin Spirits.
The surrounding Yin Spirits had divided into three great swarms, each centered on one of these Yin Ghosts. The Yin Spirits continually born from the surrounding yin energy joined these three swarms without hesitation.
Within their encirclement, only a dozen or so of the original hundred-plus blood-red pig phantoms remained. Yet each now stood over three meters tall, with a thick layer of black bristles covering its body, and was noticeably more solid than before. As their mouths opened and closed, they spewed bloody light that swept nearby Yin Spirits straight into their mouths.
Not only the surrounding Yin Spirits, but also the Blood Shadow pig phantoms of various sizes emerging from the living soul iron were swallowed one mouthful at a time by these dozen-odd giant pig phantoms.
After such prolonged consumption, the bar of living soul iron, originally black as ink, had begun to turn faintly pale. The Blood Shadow pig phantoms emerging from it had also grown sparse, as though it were about to run dry.
Watching this scene, Wang Yu suddenly formed a