The moment his words fell, King Sheluo's eyes across from him turned blood-red, like burning flames. He stared fixedly at Zhou Xun and said through gritted teeth:
"Today, all of you will die!"
With that, his hands danced through the air as he muttered an incantation. Countless streams of black Ghost Qi poured from his body, rapidly gathering into an enormous black vortex in the sky.
It enveloped everything within a radius of ten thousand miles around them.
Faint cries of ghosts and howls of wolves echoed from within the vortex, as though countless wronged souls were struggling inside. It directly turned this stretch of space into a ghost domain!
The black vortex carried a terrifying suction force as it swept toward Zhou Xun and the other two. Wherever it passed, space itself seemed to warp and distort, issuing repeated sizzling sounds.
"Daoist Heaven's Gift, this fellow will likely be difficult to deal with!"
Zhou Xun's expression was grave. Feeling the relentless pressure descending from above, he could not help but marvel at King Sheluo's strength. He was absolutely not someone an ordinary late-stage nascent soul cultivator could compare with.
Fortunately, they had struck first and killed one of them. Otherwise, if two Ghost Kings of such strength had been here, they truly would have faced grim odds!
He opened his mouth slightly, and seventy-two Lightning Seeds instantly flew out, spreading throughout several thousand zhang of space.
Then he formed hand seals with both hands, muttered an incantation, and pointed ahead.
Whoosh!
Strands of lightning bloomed. The seventy-two Lightning Seeds instantly connected, raising an enormous lightning barrier covered in flickering arcs of electricity.
"Violet Firmament True Thunder Formation!"
Once the formation took shape, the pressure around Zhou Xun immediately eased considerably.
The lightning barrier radiated powerful thunderforce fluctuations as it