Duan Qiankun's face darkened as he flicked his wide black robe, sending two icy coffins shooting out with a swoosh.
The coffins opened, revealing two figures familiar to Yang Zhenshan.
Seeing these two figures, Yang Zhenshan's face also turned grim.
Lin Daoyuan and Yue E!
They were indeed refined into ghost soldiers by the Unpredictable Ghost Sect, but it was unclear whether they still retained any self-awareness.
"Kill!"
Duan Qiankun ordered coldly, and in an instant, Lin Daoyuan and Yue E lunged towards Yang Zhenshan's position.
Sword lights filled the sky, transforming into a rain of pear blossoms, with each "petal" adorned with tiny spiritual energy vortices, forming a storm of Sword Intent.
A bright moon floated into the sky, reflecting countless stars in the jade plate, then pouring down a blade of air like a galactic river.
Yang Zhenshan thought to himself, "This is troublesome!"
