The Nine Fierce Heads were as large as cartwheels, and thunderclaps exploded as they swayed.
Every ghost and Yin creature in the courtyard was horrified, trembling like chaff in a sieve.
Many lesser ghosts that had yet to amount to anything had their bodies shattered outright, dissolving into clouds of Yin mist.
Even the Fierce Baleful Beasts that had cultivated for centuries and amassed vast quantities of Turbid Qi shook with fear.
In the front hall, the beautiful ghost Cui Ying turned deathly pale. Her fragrant, jade-like body, originally so lifelike, seemed to have been scoured by a mighty wave, instantly becoming thin and translucent.
She swayed and toppled straight into Jiang Yi's arms, her bosom pressing tightly against Profound Mystery True Person's feline head.
How very heavy!
It was like being softly crushed beneath two great mountains!
Displeasure showed in Profound Mystery True Person's amber eyes.
"I really have fallen on hard times, letting this Original Truth be taken advantage of by this ghost woman! What rotten luck!"
"In the past, the only ones who could lay a hand on me were True Disciples of Sect-tier organizations, enthroned True Lords, and even Dao Lords who governed the Heavenly Firmament and passed judgment on great worlds."
Jiang Yi reached out to steady Cui Ying. His handsome, paper-white face twitched slightly, looking as though he were struggling to endure pain, yet he asked gently:
"Are you all right, Sister Cui?"
Cui Ying looked up. Seeing this young gentleman sweating in torrents, his complexion dreadful, yet still concerned about her, she felt a thousand tender feelings surge through her heart:
"Bear with it a little, young master! This creature from the Eighteen Levels Halls is a baleful being nurtured by Turbid Yin, born with a measure of savage might!
"Lowly little ghosts