Sword-like brows and starry eyes, stunningly handsome, looking even younger than twenty years ago—it was precisely True Master Profound Ice, Shen Xuan.
"You little punk, you actually dare to barge into Old Niu's grand array. Die!"
Niu Dali, though startled, did not panic. His reaction was extremely swift; with a furious roar, he swung the Thousand Souls Banner in his hand.
"Wooo!"
In an instant, yin wind howled and demonic qi surged to the heavens.
The black light on the Thousand Souls Banner flared, and hundreds of hideous, ghastly wraiths and evil ghosts rushed out, roaring.
Among them, over a dozen Tier Two evil ghosts on par with Foundation Establishment, baring fangs and brandishing claws, let out ear-piercing shrieks as they led the remaining wraiths in a sky-filling charge at Shen Xuan.
At the same time, the surrounding Array Flags of the Bewitching Sound Phantom Demon Array fluttered violently, producing a bizarre resonance with the Thousand Souls Banner.
