Gong Chang's sinister plot was immediately seen through by Wen Bin.
"A mere trick!"
Wen Bin laughed heartily, his figure charging through the black mist, unstoppable. Any ghost that came the slightest bit close to him was slaughtered by the long sword in his hand. Sword Qi crisscrossed, and many ghosts let out a wail before turning into mist.
"Hehe! A mere trick? Let's see how long you can last!"
A trace of malice flashed in Gong Chang's eyes as he swung the "Myriad Ghosts Banner" in his hand again. Black energy surged like a tide, as if it were turning the entire world into a Netherworld Ghost Realm.
Yin energy permeated the air, and evil Qi soared to the sky.
Countless fierce ghosts flew out of the banner, densely packed, like a cloud of locusts, pouncing towards Wen Bin.
"Kekekeke..."
The howls and screams of those fierce ghosts intertwined, forming a chilling cacophony that seemed to tear at one's soul.
