A sharp cry rang out from somewhere within Houtu Village, like a command. The soul warriors who had already flown into the air immediately halted, then hurriedly scattered aside. Right after that, thirty-six white-haired elders wielding bone staffs soared into the sky! These thirty-six elders had clearly been preparing for a long time. The moment they rose into the air, streams of ghostly jade-green radiance emerged from their bone staffs. Like darting motes of light, they continuously roamed among the elders. Within moments, a massive green net formed between them!
With a swish, just as the green net formed, a crisp sound came from the air. Countless ghost heads appeared along with it, while the green radiance turned into specks, each speck becoming an exceedingly tiny ghost head.
Shrill ghostly howls erupted one after another from those ghost heads. Their cold, bloodthirsty aura instantly spread throughout the entire green net.
Strangely, after the ghost heads howled in unison, not only did all the green radiance vanish, but even the ghost heads disappeared, as though none of it had ever existed.
The drought demon had already flown close to the elders. It was different from before. The red fur covering its body had receded, leaving skin much like that on its face. Yet its skin was extremely coarse, resembling the patterns on mountain rock. The runes formed from phosphorescent light had also faded. All in all, it looked almost no different from an ordinary person.
The drought demon stopped. Ferocity filled its scarlet eyes, while sparks intermittently flickered over its body before suddenly surging. "Roar!" A somewhat hoarse roar came from its mouth, and hesitation appeared in its eyes again! Clearly, it too had sensed the power of the soul formation laid down by the thirty-six elders!
Yet the drought demon