With a swift stroke of the pen, Yun Lintian inscribed a series of complex symbols in the air. The symbols, glowing with a deathly aura, pulsed and throbbed, their energy resonating with the spectral warriors.
"Agh!"
The warriors, their ethereal forms already weakened by Yun Lintian's transformation, now trembled violently. Their eyes widened in terror as they felt the inexorable pull of the underworld, the call of oblivion beckoning them home.
One by one, they began to disintegrate, their ghostly forms fading into nothingness. Their weapons clattered to the ground, their cries of despair echoing through the desolate battlefield.
Zhan You's face sank. Yun Lintian's control over the power of the Yama King was beyond his expectations. It could be said that he was a genuine Yama King at this moment.
