"Ding~"
Xiao Yue decisively shook the Three Pure Ones Bell in her hand.
The crisp and melodious sound spread like ripples in the air, yet the fierce ghosts and resentful spirits enveloped by the black mist became instantly disoriented, drunken, falling from the sky like raindrops.
The black mist, as if losing its life force, abruptly halted in the air.
The Five Elements Primordial Magnetic Sword instantly appeared in Shen Siyuan's hand, as he thrust it forward, while pulling Xiao Yue behind him.
"I can handle it," said Xiao Yue.
But Shen Siyuan did not respond to her.
A streak of seven-colored glazed Sword Qi swept across the sky, not only dispersing the black mist but also splitting open a nearby mountain peak.
A tremendous roar carried with it a cascade of dust; those fallen fierce ghosts and resentful spirits scattered in panic amid the dust.
