The Destruction Rain dissipated.
Yet the Sword Intent hovering above the Round Domain lingered for a long time.
Of the three dried skeletons ravaged by the Burning Flower, only one remained.
The White Ghost was dead.
Until the moment before annihilation, he still chewed on flesh and blood. Now, as the rain dissipated, the earth was covered in wounds, and the three Pseudo-Saints Evil Cultivators were dead beyond dead... But the eerie evil energy emanating from the White Ghost's corpse, even from a hundred zhang away, still made one's heart palpitate.
"Yin Mountain... is a sect that devours people."
Qian San, slowly recovering, looked pale.
He looked at this scene and sighed, "Fortunately, Mo Taoist and the Joyful Zen Master are already heavily injured, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."
Yin Mountain's disciples, for generations, practiced the Soul Banner Technique.
Soul Banner Technique, it's a pleasing way to put it.
