A chill rose in the Black-robed Elder's heart, for he knew he had kicked an iron plate today.
He bit the tip of his tongue sharply and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood onto the Soul Banner, shouting sternly, "Myriad Ghosts Devour Souls, go!"
The pitch-black Soul Banner grew instantly in the wind, transforming into a size of several zhang. Thick, ink-like black Qi surged out from within, morphing into countless ferocious, clawing phantoms of vengeful ghosts. Emitting ear-piercing shrieks, they swarmed toward Fang Hao like a blanket covering the sky!
For a moment, cold winds howled and ghostly energy loomed; the temperature in the forest plummeted, and the light dimmed.
This Soul Banner had clearly devoured countless living souls and possessed formidable power. An ordinary Golden Core Cultivator surrounded by these ten thousand ghosts would have their essence blood and soul drained in an instant.
