The roars were incessant.
But merely after three breaths, Han Yi's heart tightened because the massive figure of the Ghost Immortal standing atop the mountain, ceased its horrendous howling, the malice in its eyes instantly fading away.
Next, the colossal body began to shrink. Beneath it, the giant vines covering the mountain peak, as if sensing something, let out wild and piercing screams but withered instantly, as if all the energy of the Immortal Vine had been drained.
"Not good."
"Leave quickly."
Astonishment flashed across Han Yi's face, and in the midst of turning thoughts, he had already deduced what was happening.
Within this Realm Heaven, the original relationship between the Immortal Vine and the Ghost Immortal was in a state of balanced anomaly. In this state, the true will of both was suppressed, replaced by a form of malevolent instinct. This instinct might be the Ghost Tao Immortal Spell, or perhaps a will cultivated accidentally over thirty thousand years.
