The Azure Cord Sword Master was wreathed in lightning, impervious to all arts, directing her immortal sword in pursuit of the Nether River Ghost Master.
Yang Xuanla was suffering beyond words. He only wished he could trade places with Yao Kaijiang. Though there were more people over there, at least the battle went back and forth, all manner of Dharma Treasures and spells vying to outshine one another in a lively spectacle.
On his side, whatever Dharma Treasure he unleashed exploded into dust the instant the azure streak swept over it. His sinister, uncanny spells were likewise countered by that pure yang sword, leaving him no choice but to dodge and flee again and again. With his Third Wash strength, he was being beaten back by two juniors who had never undergone the Tribulation of Lightning. How humiliating was that?
Steeling himself once more, Yang Xuanla poured all the water out of his earthenware jar. Black, foul-smelling yin water cascaded out in an endless waterfall, pouring toward the two of them.
"What are you standing there for? Pour out all your Ghost-Nurturing Water!"
Yang Xuanla roared at his disciples.
Although the Yin River Ghost Cult members had seen that their cult leader had intended to abandon them earlier and bore resentment in their hearts, Yang Xuanla's word had been law for so many years that his accumulated authority weighed heavily upon them. At his roar, the Demon Fiends under him obediently cooperated, pouring out all the Profound Yin Netherwater in which they nurtured their water ghosts.
Though their combined Profound Yin Netherwater amounted to less than Yang Xuanla's alone, it was still a considerable force when gathered together. All the netherwater merged into a yin river, water ghosts howling within it as it surged toward the pair. Its momentum actually