The specters, ghosts, and immortals all around instantly felt the temperature drop.
The bone-chilling cold seemed to bore straight into the bodies of Leng Qingjue, Sikou Yu, and Xiao Chifeng.
Leng Qingjue also summoned an Immortal Sword that flashed with dazzling brilliance, and he slashed directly at Zhao Wenhe, who was brandishing the Ghost Banner, preparing to attack them.
"Take a taste of my sword!"
The sword instantly burst forth with an energy so powerful it seemed capable of destroying everything.
As the blade's light passed, the wailing little ghosts frantically pouring out of the Ghost Banner screamed in agony and were obliterated in the blink of an eye.
But the Ghost Banner, capable of being wielded by the Ghost Emperor himself, was naturally no ordinary object, and more fierce ghosts surged out from it.
The strike Leng Qingjue aimed at Zhao Wenhe was entirely blocked by the malevolent spirits released from the Ghost Banner.
