The White Bone Bodhisattva ultimately underestimated him, giving him the chance. Even as a top-level white bone great power, he had no opportunity to use it, and certainly no qualification to make any significant waves here.
As Zheng Yi spoke those words, the terrifying death torrent that was rampant and roaring seemed frozen by an indescribable power. Both time and space congealed at this moment, and the Great Daoist Rules of Pure Heaven came to a halt.
No matter how many billowing waves were stirred, they were sealed transparently, motionless.
The ghastly expressions of those spirits resembled a lifelike hellish scroll, unfurling slowly in space.
With a casual gesture, the Divine Artifact of the Netherworld, the Nine Netherworld Soul Summoning Banner, returned to Zheng Yi's hand.
