"This is..."
Far off in the extreme south of Yin Cao, Hong was already visibly shocked as her hair suddenly lifted, fluttering wildly.
Her body involuntarily drawn forward, even her dress seemed on the verge of tearing, dragged into the battle.
"Qingfeng · Heavenly Unravel!"
Bazhun'an paid no heed to the rear of the battlefield.
With a single call, the divine palace at Yin Cao was entirely shaken.
Be it the people of the former Ghost Buddha Realm behind, or the surrounding Phantom City soldiers ahead, they were all swept away like rootless duckweed, lifted into the sky by the wind.
A fierce gale arose, suddenly tearing through the space, and before it could take form, it gathered scattered remnants of soldiers and broken blades from everywhere.
Then, nine world-ending Astral Wind tornadoes surged from the ground, roaring towards the Judge of Death.
"No!"
Wails echoed everywhere.
This time, it was the cultivators of the Ghost Buddha Realm who panicked first.
