Yang Jin pushed the woman toward the mountain, drove his flying sword to strike the ghost face, but the secret technique performed together by several Golden Core Demon Monarchs was far beyond his ability to resist; within a few breaths, the ghost face had swallowed him whole.
Fortunately, he had a Magic Treasure protecting his body, so his soul did not scatter.
The woman was pale with fright, just about to reveal her identity to scare off the Demon Heads, when suddenly she heard a young voice.
"Hm?"
Next, a sky-shaking gust of wind arose out of nowhere, easily blowing the ghost face to dust, and the few Demon Heads didn't even have a chance to escape—their bodies and divine souls were shattered into sand by the wind.
The gale came swiftly, and vanished just as fast.
Yang Jin fell from the air onto the ground, his eyes tightly closed, sinking into unconsciousness.
"Many thanks, senior."
