Seven days and nights had passed.
Yin Crow and Zhuo Junting waited outside the hall, but both of their faces were pale because, during these seven days, the entire Yama Hall had been shaking thunderously, accompanied by blood lights reaching to the sky and a terrifying Yin light spilling out.
"Yin Crow, what exactly is Mr. Ye refining?" Zhuo Junting asked in a trembling voice.
"I cannot say, I cannot say."
Yin Crow sighed and shook his head with a sorrowful smile, his pupils constricting. In his heart, he truly hoped that Ye Xuan would not be able to produce the Soul Suppressing Banner, as such a forbidden object was indeed too terrifying.
Boom!
Heaven and Earth roared and the ground quaked; the entirety of Yama Hall exploded into fragments, the dreadful Yin light and ghostly energy piercing through Heaven and Earth. Merely the backlash of its force turned many of the surrounding buildings to ash.
"Has the master succeeded?" Zhuo Junting exclaimed in surprise.
"Ha ha ha!"
