In an instant, twenty-three Nether Wraiths were blasted apart. The faces of the two branch leaders were filled with anger and shock as they exchanged glances. They already knew that this was an immense crisis for the Soul Charm Sect. If they could endure this crisis, then all would be fine, but if not, the entire Soul Charm Sect might face Destruction.
The Nether Lord had completely lost his mind. He had somehow established contact with the powerful beings of the Underworld, allowing its aura to infiltrate the Soul Charm Sect. This was akin to inviting wolves into the house. Absurdly, he remained stubbornly oblivious. Such a mad notion and thought needed to be stopped, or else everything would be too late.
The two were about to take action immediately. But at that moment, the remnants of the already vanquished Nether Wraiths suddenly started to boil and suddenly reassembled into a terrible ghost right before their eyes! Such a sudden twist left them both stunned.
