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第三百七十章 岌岌可危

Lin Xuan's heart trembled, and the other low-ranking cultivators were even worse off. Some experienced chest tightness and shortness of breath, while others felt dizzy and disoriented. In severe cases, they spat out blood and fell from the sky.

The mere sound of a ghostly wail had such power that all the cultivators exchanged startled glances.

Lady Lan sneered and reached for her waist pouch, summoning a small golden drum with a flick of her fingers. She cast ten consecutive hand seals on it, causing the drum to hum loudly as it canceled out the ghostly wails.

The low-ranking cultivators heaved a sigh of relief, regarding this woman with awe.

Lin Xuan's lips curled slightly. While impressive, for a Core Formation stage cultivator, it was nothing special compared to Ouyang Qinxin’s Sound Wave Technique.

Just as Lin Xuan had barely broken the heart-stopping wails, an unexpected change occurred.

The swirling black clouds grew more intense before splitting apart, revealing a massive skull. The skull stood about ten meters tall and glowed with eerie green eyes. Two long, sharp horns protruded from its forehead, making it look terrifying.

What shocked everyone was not the skull's appearance but the dark aura emanating from it, which was shocking to behold.

"Could this be..."

Lin Xuan’s thoughts were interrupted as the skull suddenly opened its blood-red maw, revealing rows of sharp, gleaming teeth. A crimson light several meters wide shot out from its mouth.

Everyone was stunned by the terrifying display.

The array automatically activated its protective barrier, and a layer of blue light reappeared above their heads.

However, this time, no one felt reassured; instead, they felt cold. The dark aura contained in that attack was incredibly powerful, and whether the main formation could withstand it remained uncertain...

In the next moment, blue and red lights intertwined, causing the entire earth to tremble.

Apart from Lin Xuan and two other Core Formation stage experts who maintained their composure, the Chu Family’s well-trained disciples regained their senses. Chu Zhou's face pale, he quickly retrieved a command flag from his pouch and waved it repeatedly. The wavering blue light barrier flickered back into place.

Many people sighed in relief, but their hearts leapt again as the skull’s horns emitted dark lightning, striking down two-meter-wide bolts that shattered the somewhat stable blue light barrier once more.

Lady Lan's face turned cold as she waved her hand, and over twenty cultivators immediately rushed out of the array. Led by an elderly Foundation Establishment late-stage expert, they cast various spirit talismans and spells while summoning their treasures.

Rain-like attacks rained down on the skull.

Boom! Suddenly, green ghost flames ignited around the skull, swallowing all the attacks. While spellcasters and those using spirit artifacts were relatively unscathed, those who relied on spirit tools turned pale as they felt their spiritual connection with their treasures severed.

This was only the beginning.

The skull’s eyes glowed green, and the surrounding ghost flames scattered, rushing towards the cultivators.

"Be cautious! Return quickly!" Lin Xuan's face changed.

However, it was too late. The low-ranking cultivators' escape lights were too slow; most of them were swallowed by the ghostly flames.

The horrific screams of the remaining cultivators turned their faces pale. Many had already been reduced to ashes, but their souls still struggled in agony, unsure what kind of ghost fire could have such a soul-searing effect.

Lin Xuan's brows furrowed as he realized that this was clearly intended to demoralize them.

"Qier, do you know the origin of this strange skull?"

Though the Moon Magic Technique was created by human cultivators, it also borrowed from the techniques of ghostly entities. There were similarities between the two. Qier’s realm had reached the first level of a Ghost King; perhaps she could discern something about its nature.

"I'm not sure, but this entity is controlled by three high-ranking ghosts together, which explains its power," the girl's voice replied in his mind with concern.

"Don't worry, I have an idea." Lin Xuan was no impulsive person.

As he and Qier chatted, Lady Lan’s voice interrupted again: "Two friends, low-ranking cultivators can’t handle this strange skull. Let us work together."

"We..." Wang Peng hesitated, despite being a Core Formation stage cultivator, his power paled in comparison to the others' displays of prowess. The sight of their plight made him feel cold, like a fox mourning its dead rabbit.

The skull was too bizarre and dark; even with three of them working together, it was uncertain if they could handle it...

Clearly just buying time, but he didn't want to end up here in a trap.

"Why not, Wang friend?" Lady Lan's expression turned icy. "Not willing to help? If we don’t act now, the array will be broken sooner or later. Don’t say you won’t mind if that happens; I’ll see who can survive the ghosts' grasp."

Seeing his two companions looking at him disapprovingly, Wang Peng wasn't a fool and knew he couldn’t avoid this any longer. He chuckled nervously: "LaMrs. and Brother Li misunderstood me. Wang is not afraid of death; I understand that in a nest destroyed, no eggs remain intact. Let’s go, we’ll face the enemy together."

"That's right." Lady Lan was delighted and turned to instruct Chu Zhou: "Chu Zhou, handle this for now."

Although Chu Zhou wasn’t the most powerful cultivator among the remaining two hundred, his sharp mind and organizational skills made him an ideal choice, with several other Chu Family disciples assisting him.

Lin Xuan nodded, and Wang Peng said nothing. Together with Lady Lan, they each transformed into a streak of light and flew out.

The skull stopped attacking the main formation and slowly turned around, opening its mouth to release dark aura that sucked in the souls of the ghostly cultivators within the flames.

Feasting!

Lin Xuan's face was filled with anger as Lady Lan snapped her fingers. She reached for her waist pouch, summoning a piece of white light which revealed an ivory comb no bigger than a palm.

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