Boom!
This sudden scene has already surpassed everyone's imagination.
The crowd quickly raised their heads.
What they saw was.
An old man with black hair, black robe, and a white face standing on a fragment of Yang Xuan Gan's corpse. His body radiated a chilling ghostly aura which almost materialized, forming hundreds of wailing figures.
Those narrow pupils, when sweeping over the crowd, resembled an evil god from beyond.
Seeing this old man, everyone in the field trembled, even more fearful than when they saw Ye Qingchen earlier. Those Celestial Venerables who were previously terrified by Ye Qingchen now, upon seeing this old man, were horrified to the extreme—
They felt as if their very souls were about to fly away!
"Greetings, Lingxu God!"
"Greetings, Lingxu God!"
Chants and kowtows erupted endlessly.
Even the Celestial Venerables were shaking.
