"How is this possible?"
Ghost Shadow Ji Xiuling watched everything unfold, unable to believe it.
Beneath her feet, countless ghost shadows with fangs and claws filled the sky, each one a ghost god of ancient legend, feared in their time, all reaching the Celestial Immortal Realm in cultivation. Each one was her greatest trump card and reliance; her enemies would face the combined strike of nine Celestial Immortals in an instant!
Yet at this moment, they couldn't bring her the slightest sense of security.
Whether it was Ghost Sword Immortal, Ghost Guanyin, Ghost-faced Blade Master, or Nether God, all were famous in the Western Wilderness, yet before Ye Qingchen, they were like ants, effortlessly slain.
With a flick of his fingers.
Ye Qingchen turned his gaze towards Ji Xiuling.
That glance immediately caused her to tremble violently, as if her blood and soul were frozen completely at this moment, leaving only deep shivers in her heart.
