Although Thousand Calamities Apocalypse had indeed been injured, that was beyond dispute.
They had fought to this point, yet Thousand Calamities Apocalypse still had not shown himself. No one here was a fool.
If Thousand Calamities Apocalypse truly had not been injured, he would definitely have stepped forward to settle everything.
Thus, the Ghost Gods' judgment had not been wrong, but they had overlooked one point.
That was Xu Zimo's existence.
There had previously been no information whatsoever on Xu Zimo, not even intelligence. It was as though he had appeared out of nowhere.
After appearing just like that, he had caught the sixteen Ghost Gods utterly off guard, leaving them even unable to resist him.
"Everyone, use the trump card we prepared earlier. Otherwise, this will not end well today," the Lightning God said.
The many Ghost Gods exchanged glances.
The next moment, the sixteen began forming hand seals with both hands, gathering identical seals together.
"What are they doing?" The Nine Great Mountain Ghosts frowned slightly, seemingly unable to understand their method.
Though Xu Zimo could not make sense of it either, he could sense something.
The seals in their hands shared the same origin, like shattered jade that was now gathering back together.
The Spirit Clan shared the same roots. Moreover, although the techniques they cultivated belonged to the Ghost and God lineages respectively, they had all blossomed and grown from the same foundation.
This time, when the sixteen Ghost Gods attacked the Ghost God Academy, aside from their formidable strength, they had also prepared their own killing move.
The sixteen of them could merge into one.
At this moment, as the seals gathered together, the sixteen transformed into streams of azure gas.
"Stop them!" the Mountain Ghosts shouted.
Yet Xu Zimo remained utterly calm and merely