Whirlwind!
In midair, countless ghosts wailed and howled, densely packed, numbering in the tens of thousands, like a heavy layer of dark clouds, with chilling winds.
To refine these ghosts alone would require the slaughter of a small city.
Moreover, they must be killed in extremely cruel ways; the more miserable and hostile their deaths, the more ferocious the refined ghosts become.
Sky-filled ghosts and sword light were tangled together; at this rate, the Light and Shadow Sword would sooner or later be devoured by these fierce ghosts.
"If this continues, Lin Tanyu's True Yuan will eventually be exhausted." Xue Chen gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with fierce light, squeezing his fist tightly.
Guo Lu extended his palm, pressing it on Xue Chen's shoulder, shaking his head and saying, "Xue Chen, you are a disciple of our Hexagram Sect. If you make a move, you're representing more than just yourself."
