C428 The Death of the Ghost Cultivator

"How could this be... the power of slaughter is actually recoiling in fear!" Hovering in the sky, the scholar's figure shimmered in and out of visibility. His gaze upon Yang Xuan below grew increasingly grave.

The power of slaughter, moments from solidifying, swirled hesitantly, reluctant to strike. The bloody rain and the stench of death paused