Even if there were thousands of resentful souls in the tomb, their power was still many realms lower than that of the ghost King of the netherworld.
The black Qi stopped the intertwining black threads for a short while before they separated with a 'whoosh'.
Like thousands of veins, they spread out in all directions like vines, trying to seal up the bone wall.
As soon as the bone wall was blocked, the dozens of chains formed by the specters immediately became isolated and helpless.
The ghost head's aura increased dramatically, and the hair that fluttered around her head became even fiercer, spreading out in all directions.
"Not good."
When the old Daoist saw the ghost's split soul go crazy, he knew that the name song qingxiao had shouted earlier was related to her and had hit her weakness.
She had been stimulated and her strength had skyrocketed. The resentful souls here could not suppress her.
