At the moment it appeared, a violent wind suddenly rose around it, and powerful resentful ghosts rushed towards it from all directions.
There were connected souls, multiple phantoms, blood demons roaring, and three-legged crows spewing dense ghostly flames.
If these resentful ghosts were placed in the Immortal Cultivation World, each would be a disaster-causing, ocean-flipping existence.
However, before it, they seemed no more than gnats and mosquitoes, utterly disdainful.
Its star-like eyes only stared fixedly at the Black Clothed Daoist in the Azure Darkness, radiating boundless fury.
"Roar!"
A savage sound, carrying unmatched power, charged straight at the souls of all living beings.
But before the Black Clothed Daoist, it was like a gentle breeze, merely stirring the hair at his temples.
Luo Chen, stepping on the Primordial Chaos Tripod, held the Soul-Refining Flag with a solemn expression.
"Kui Niu, do not struggle! This banner is your soul's home!"
