Zhang Congyun gritted his teeth and unleashed his power to the limit, preparing to desperately defend against whatever might emerge from the Formation.
The next second, a terrifying presence descended, followed by a stream of energy capable of corroding all living beings, rushing towards Zhang Congyun and his companions.
Yin Changsheng's face showed an excited smile, "You're all going to die!"
However, as soon as his words fell, the stream of energy began to dissipate. By the time it reached Zhang Congyun, it was just a gentle breeze brushing comfortably against his face.
Zhang Congyun was dumbfounded, thinking wasn't this the last resort of the Yin Ghost Sect, even at the cost of sacrificing ten disciples to execute, and this was the extent of its power?
He looked up at Yin Changsheng and shouted, "Yin Changsheng, are you playing tricks on me?"
