The sword was a spiritual green, spotless, and the sword body was pockmarked.
The lamp was made of two old pieces of bronze, held by three thin bronze pillars, extremely simple.
Even the candle had burned to the end, as if a gust of wind would extinguish it.
The person and the statue remained motionless.
A hundred feet of fierce ghosts in front of him were already trembling.
"Woo... woo woo..."
The fierce ghost emitted a low, sobbing sound from its mouth, having already lost its spiritual intelligence, now instinctively fearful, begging for mercy.
Its cry still had no effect.
The mutation was not yet over!
After day turned to night, not only beneath the fierce ghost, but the land behind it, was a sinister ghostly energy rising.
Soon, that "Phantom Beast" which seemed to turn into a black swamp began to extend outward.
The speed was astonishingly fast.
In no time, it was about to reach Cao Erzhu's feet.
