Nine monstrous heads, each as large as a chariot wheel, thrashed about, setting off thunderous booms.
Every ghost and spectral creature in the courtyard was horrified, each one trembling like a leaf.
Many of the weaker, minor ghosts had their spectral bodies shattered by the concussive force, dissipating into wisps of gloomy mist.
Even the Fierce Fiends, who had cultivated for centuries and accumulated vast amounts of Dense Qi, were quaking in terror.
In the front hall, the beautiful ghost Cui Ying's lovely face turned deathly pale. Her once lifelike, exquisite form, as if scoured by a tidal wave, instantly grew faint and translucent.
Her body swayed, and she fell directly into Jiang Yi's arms, her chest pressing firmly down on True Master Xuanmiao's feline head.
So heavy!
It was like being crushed by two great mountains!
True Master Xuanmiao's amber eyes revealed his displeasure.
