Witnessing the horrific visages of Black and White Impermanence as well as the tragic end of the Thirteenth Elder, their scalps nearly exploded, a chill running up from their feet to the crown of their heads, goosebumps involuntarily emerging.
"Ghosts!"
"Thirteenth Elder!"
"Quick, let go of Thirteenth Elder!"
"Are they humans or ghosts?"
A group of disciples from the Divine Sword Hall shouted nervously, trying to scare off Black and White Impermanence with their numbers. However, Black and White Impermanence were both superb experts at the third level of the Earth Immortal Realm. How could they possibly be frightened away by a bunch of ants?
"Seventh Master, let's kill them all!" Black Impermanence said with a sinister smile.
"Eighth Master's words are exactly what I was thinking, just right to refine them into Fierce Ghosts!" White Impermanence likewise laughed cruelly.
