So in the face of the attack from Qi Yuan Sect and others, Zheng Yi stood fearless, instantly retaliating.
The Soul-Catching Banner in his hand emitted a cold, eerie light, while behind him, a massive black funnel formed by countless Yin Soldiers and Fierce Ghosts expanded suddenly, resembling a gigantic tortoise shell that enveloped Zheng Yi.
At this moment, the terrifying attack of the Three Talents Sword Array from the three of Qi Yuan Sect also arrived in front of him.
A tremendous collision sound erupted, sharp sword cries howled, and amid the sounds of ghostly wails and godly howls, the piercing shock wave of the Soul-Catching Demon Sound spread outward.
Then, three gigantic ghost claws with a diameter of four to five meters emerged from that massive black light shield.
Those ghost claws were rugged and black, with bones carrying sharp spikes, and their nails were like barbed hooks, fiercely grabbing at the three flying swords.
