The faces of the three changed drastically, all in anger. They hadn't made a move, yet the opponent was so aggressive, ignoring even the tribulation lightning and preemptively attacking them.
"Such audacity from a mere junior!"
"Insolent junior!"
"Rebellious disciple, courting death!"
Even with such angry shouts, after all, the three were seasoned cultivators. Faced with that formidable light point, they were not careless.
Mo Wuchang, holding a black bone staff, rapidly chanted spells, the hollow eye sockets of the skull at the staff's tip flaring with ghostly flames.
Black mist surged out like boiling tar, condensing in the air into a thick wall of fog. Countless small skulls emerged vaguely from the mist, emitting a piercing shriek, attempting to block the light point.
Meanwhile, the Bloodthirsty Demon Monarch swung the Blood Soul Banner in his hand with the force of a windmill, the banner flapping fiercely.
