Ghost Nether Elder's expression was grim.
He, a mighty Core Formation master, had his blood sacrifice stolen by two Foundation Establishment Stage ants. To him, this was a burning shame.
Without another word, Ghost Nether waved his great sleeve, and the [Soul Banner] instantly transformed into a black screen that blotted out the sky.
"Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Immortal, Senluo Prison, open!"
Amidst the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves, countless vengeful spirits and tormented souls shrieked out from the banner. They circled, tore at each other, and merged in the air, steadily coalescing into a giant, ghastly face.
But Li just flicked his finger, and a storage pouch shattered in response.
A sky-full of white mist billowed out—it was spirit-infused flour ground from spirit grain.
"Rise!"
