The female cultivator, having narrowly escaped death, suddenly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with lingering fear and disbelief.
Instinctively, she looked toward the source of the dark light, only to see a young cultivator, dressed in a black robe and with a stern expression, standing quietly not far away.
"Tha... thank you, senior..."
The female cultivator quickly bowed in gratitude, her expression overflowing with thankfulness.
However, before she could finish her words of thanks, her pupils shrank suddenly.
She saw that the black-robed senior had, with an emotionless face, summoned a Bone Banner, black as ink all over.
As soon as the banner appeared, a terrifying aura, far colder, more deathly, and more soul-chilling than the surrounding ghostly Qi, rapidly spread out.
"The... the Ten Thousand Souls Banner?!"
The female cultivator exclaid in shock, her delicate face instantly losing all color, the hope that had just risen within her was completely extinguished.
As a cultivator of the Orthodoxy, how could she not recognize this demonic artifact with the most notorious reputation in the demon path?
Falling into the hands of a demon who wielded the Ten Thousand Souls Banner often led to a fate a hundred tis more tragic than being devoured by ghosts.
It was as if she could already see herself having her soul extracted and tortured, never to be reincarnated.
"It’s over..."
Her delicate body softened, nearly collapsing to the ground, her eyes filled with despair.
Yet, what happened next was beyond her expectation.
That black-robed Demon Cultivator did not even glance at her.
Instead, his cold gaze turned to the countless ghost kings that had beco even more agitated and frenzied with the appearance of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
His lips even curled into a... satisfied smile?
"This Ghost Spring Valley, so rich in ghostly Qi and teeming with spirits, is a deathtrap to others, but for my Ten Thousand Souls Banner... it is a supre treasure land," Xu Ping muttered to himself, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.
Woosh!
The Ten Thousand Souls Banner swelled against the wind, instantly expanding to several feet in size.
The surface of the banner flapped loudly, as countless streams of ink-black demonic Qi surged out like a flood breaking a dam, transforming into a massive net of demonic energy that shrouded a large part of the valley.
"Aooo!!!"
On the surface of the banner, countless twisted runes suddenly lit up.
A roar filled with endless hunger and fury erupted wildly from within the banner!
Buzz!
Demonic Qi churned and converged, and an enormous and frightening soul body condenses from within the banner.
It was human-like yet not human, ford entirely from the purest resentnt and demonic Qi, its form shifting unpredictably, sotis transforming into ghostly faces of tornt and wailing, sotis into a gigantic claw covered in black scales.
The pressure it exuded was vast and overwhelming, exceeding that of an ordinary Mid-Stage Nascent Soul, touching the threshold of the late stage.
The mont this master soul appeared, the innurable howls and cries in Ghost Spring Valley were abruptly silenced.
All the ghosts instinctively felt a kind of fear and trembling emanating from the depths of their souls.
That was the absolute suppression of hierarchy, the aura of a predator at the top of the food chain.
"Roar!"
The master soul of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner let out a roar of extre excitent.
The giant demonic claws extended, as the demonic Qi in the sky turned into countless barbed black chains, shooting precisely at the ghost kings that were frozen in fear.
Splurt...
The chains easily pierced the bodies of the ghost kings, ignoring their struggles and wails, forcibly dragging and compressing them!
A dozen Jin Sha ghost kings, each comparable to late-stage Golden Core cultivators, were swallowed up like peanuts by the master soul, its fangs chewing, devouring them in just a few bites.
The demonic Qi on the specter surged, its scarlet eyes becoming even more ferocious.
"What... what kind of demon is this?"
"How could the master soul of that Ten Thousand Souls Banner be so terrifying?!"
At the edge of the valley, hidden in the shadows of a rock crevice, a red-haired Nascent Soul Cultivator who had been lurking for so ti witnessed the scene and was so terrified his courage failed him, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
He considered himself not weak among early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, but he felt that in front of that terrifying master soul, he might not even withstand a single move.
When did such a fierce and cruel demonic overlord appear in the outer seas?!
"Oooh!!!"
Xu Ping’s wanton hunting finally completely enraged the true rulers of Ghost Spring Valley.
Deep within the valley, six auras that were far stronger and more sinister than the ghost kings erupted violently.
Mist billowed, and six figures appeared one after another, each with an imposing presence, all exuding the pressure of Fourth Rank Ghost Monarchs.
At the forefront was a ten-foot-tall skeleton Ghost Monarch, wielding a giant bone axe, with ghostly green soul fire burning in its eye sockets, its aura actually reaching Fourth Rank Middle Grade.
The other five were also outstanding among the Fourth Rank Lower Grade.
They were thoroughly provoked by the challenge and greed of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner’s master soul, joining forces to attack.
The six Ghost Monarchs combined, their ghostly Qi blotting out the sky and sun, turning into a surging torrent that would cause even top Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators to retreat in fear.
Yet, the master soul of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, in the face of this terrifying formation, did not show the slightest fear; instead, the greed and excitent in its blood-red eyes soared to the extre.
It let out an earth-shaking roar and charged willingly into the fray.
The vast demonic power, as solid as a mountain, crashed fiercely against the combined ghostly Qi of the six Ghost Monarchs.
Bang!
Demonic Qi and ghostly Qi clashed madly, corroding, annihilating, causing the entire Ghost Spring Valley to tremble violently.
Though the specter fought alone against six, with one being a Fourth Rank Middle Grade, it still held an absolute advantage.
The disparity in power was unmistakably clear.
The ghostly forms of the six Ghost Monarchs flickered under the fierce tearing of the demonic Qi.
Roar!
The specter let out another thunderous roar.
The massive bone claw ford from pure demonic Qi sliced through the void like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, directly smashing the head of one Fourth Rank Lower Grade Ghost Monarch.
Slash!
Ghostly Qi surged like a breached flood, but was quickly inhaled by the specter.
All the essence of the ghostly Qi, like rivers converging into the sea, swiftly entered the specter’s body, becoming nourishnt to further enhance itself.
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