Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy-One
Ghost Qi surged, and a howling Yin wind wailed.
From within the Ghost Banner, three Fierce Ghosts stepped forth.
These three Fierce Ghosts consisted of two males and one female.
The two males were both clad in ancient soldier-like armor, while the female wore Qing Dynasty attire, an old crone with a face full of resentment and fingers sharp as tendrils, resembling vines.
As the three Fierce Ghosts appeared, a terrible oppressive ghostly force spread out.
"So formidable, each one is a hundred-year-old ghost, no less than Yue Ling was."
Long Xiaoshan was inwardly shocked.
This Black-robed Taoist was much more powerful than Daoist Ma he had killed before, that Daoist Ma couldn't even control a single hundred-year-old ghost, yet this Black-robed Taoist was raising three of them, especially that crone dressed in Qing palace attire, who was even more ghostly and chilling.
