"Such a profound formation..."
Everyone watched Zhang Menglong summon the formation, where a translucent ghostly figure gradually emerged, cloaked, with a ghastly face and thin fangs, resembling the Grim Reaper from legends.
As the formation activated, the ashes they had scattered on those Divine Profound Hall martial artists began to float away from them, splitting in large amounts, only to suddenly pour into the bodies of the living, entering through their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears.
The people from the Divine Profound Hall screamed, but having their bodies controlled, they lacked any ability to resist; the ashes completely covered them, making them appear like twisted, living statues.
"Do you feel it? Such an eerie presence; I feel as if I'm in hell right now. Is that the Grim Reaper?"
"The Clan Leader seems to be performing some solemn ritual; is he summoning something?"
"Look, there seem to be many orbs of light emanating from the ghostly figure!"
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