Liang Hui withdrew his gaze from the White Bone Demon, his eyes lowered.
He sensed the breaths around him increasing continuously.
These breaths were not strong, likely belonging to nefarious Taoism Disciples who had come to investigate.
Humph!
A cold snort filled with Fistful Intent.
Sounds of wailing spread far and wide, as figures tumbled to the ground, becoming one with the skeletons.
The nefarious Taoism Disciples who had survived by luck bore expressions of terror, fleeing in frantic retreat.
But Liang Hui did not pay too much attention or pursued them, as this secret space had already been sealed, preventing anyone from escaping.
The outcome was already destined.
The young man sat down directly on the ground, while waiting for the skeleton to absorb the corpses in the hall, he focused his consciousness on the Flowing Light Bell at his hair.
A screen of light woven from Eternal Radiance, dense with text, flowed over it.
