The Evil Ghost Arrives

"Once things here were settled and the formation was laid, I could go over and take a look."

With that in mind, the Feng Lineage Ancestor set about arranging the formation and placing its restrictions. It was all familiar work to him.

Much as he wanted to know what was happening over there, he would avoid using a voice transmission talisman if he could. The Feng Lineage had already suffered grievous losses this time.

Half an incense stick later, the Feng Lineage Ancestor led a group of Feng disciples back aboveground. Looking at his clansmen, he sighed inwardly.

Things had gone fairly well on his side, but the many underground passages had made it impossible to send help in time.

Two people had still died during the clearing, and four had been seriously wounded. The ghosts had been that formidable.

Every expansion into the Yin Mountain tombs came at a price. He had expected as much.

But the smiles on the family heads' and disciples' faces, and the many sealed ghosts at their feet, showed that they had made a decent haul too.

After every expansion of their territory, the Feng Lineage needed years, sometimes decades, to recover. They could not withstand losses like these often.

That was why, despite having been here for nearly a thousand years, the Feng Lineage still occupied only part of the Yin Mountain tombs.

The Feng Lineage Ancestor rose into the air. Four formation flags circled him; once he planted them, the formation would activate.

His expression suddenly changed, and he froze. He swiftly drove the four flags into the ground at four corners, then vanished from the air.

As the Feng disciples below stood at a loss, his voice came to them from far overhead.

"Hurry to Zaiyu's side and see how things