Above the altar, amidst the dense black Qi, a gigantic ghost face gradually came into focus.
The ghost face, towering ten meters high, subtly shifted its shape, resembling a demonic face from the abyss, with sharp teeth and a pair of crimson eyes. Sweeping over with its crimson gaze, it sent a shiver of fear through the onlooker's heart.
Seeing the gigantic ghost face above the altar, Qin Yang's pupils shrank suddenly. Under its gaze, he could feel a slight tremor in his soul.
"Brat, prepare to die. Today it's either your death or mine."
Wu Jiao's voice was filled with malice. Performing this Death Ceremony inflicted great harm on her.
"Death Summoning, Soul Capture!"
Wu Jiao fixed her gaze on Qin Yang, her hands weaving a Seal Technique, while a blood-curdling voice emanated from her throat.
As her words fell, the gigantic ghost face above the altar locked its crimson eyes onto Qin Yang.
