In this situation, unless the Artifact Spirit of the Spiritual Treasure has the decisive courage to self-destruct, without the owner's input of mana, it can't possibly contend with Lu Changsheng.
In just a moment, the Myriad Ghosts Blood Pool let out a mournful cry, giving up its struggle, unwilling to be destroyed and obliterated.
After all, it is merely the Supreme Treasure of the Yiming Ghost Sect; how could it sacrifice itself for the sect or Ming Sha True Monarch?
"Hmph!" Seeing it settle down, Lu Changsheng snorted coldly, casting a prohibition on it, planning to study this Spiritual Treasure later.
Thereafter, Lu Changsheng looked towards the Yiming Ghost King, Ghost Bat True Master, and the Ancient Blood Bat, who were being watched closely by the Golden-Winged Heavenly Peng.
The two figures and one bat immediately tensed up, feeling a chill.
As if a single glance from Lu Changsheng was enough to obliterate them!
