"And it is apparent that he relies on a secret technique to have such terrifying combat power now, but a secret technique can't last forever." Another person also agreed, a smile appearing on his face.
"Yes, be patient. As long as we rely on the Luo Yin Formation to outlast his secret technique's duration, he'll be out of tricks and not worth worrying about." The elderly Integration Cultivator said calmly.
They also realized that if it weren't for the Bing Syllable Mantra's blessing, even if Lu Qingshan were strong, he wouldn't be strong enough to slaughter Divine Transformation Cultivators like slicing vegetables.
As they spoke, the Yin Ghost fearlessly lunged at Lu Qingshan again, spewing mist from its mouth, heading straight for Lu Qingshan.
The mist tumbled and contracted in the air, surging with black Yin Fire.
A chilling aura emanated from within.
The mist and Yin Fire suddenly enveloped Lu Qingshan, starting to contract, completely covering his form.
