Wang Zijia was deeply engrossed in examining his book, so much so that he did not immediately leave the base. Instead, with a slight shift of his mind, the Five Ghosts flew out of the book.
Right after that, a page fluttered to the pool of ice nearby and exploded. A pile of corpses fell out of it.
In the half month that he spent refining, the Five Ghosts had not idled at all.
Although the Hundred Demon Bewitching Domain was vast and teeming with various demons, the strongest ones were merely of the Pseudo-Sacrificial Wine's level.
Against the Five Ghosts, who were at the Perfected Realm's level and who were leading a horde of paper figures made of human skin, it was simply a bloodbath, or rather, a slaughter.
Thus, in just half a month, the Hundred Demon Bewitching Domain had been thoroughly cleaned up.
The presence of the magical treasure should conceal the act of killing demons made of flesh; thus, it would likely be difficult for anyone to discover.
