Yang Jiu Huan's expression changed.
"Be careful, we can't suppress this thing."
The red mirror frame she had taken out was only a first-stage Immortal Artifact, but it had the effect of vanquishing evil, and it was even more powerful than a second-stage Immortal Artifact in terms of suppressing rogue immortals, especially Ghost Immortals.
No sooner had her words fallen than across dozens of miles ahead, on top of a mountain, the Phantom transformed from illusory to real, turning into a genuine Ghost Immortal. The Ghost Immortal suddenly stretched out its hand and reached toward them.
And preceding that gigantic sweeping hand was a surge of malicious consciousness, attacking them across the void.
This consciousness was not much inferior to the Evil God thoughts Han Yi had encountered in the Deep Red Thunder Field.
Back then, it was just an insignificant trail-marker thought, yet now, it was the very real presence of a Ghost Immortal.
