Silence!
Absolute silence!
Suddenly, the world plunged into silence, not even a crow cawed!
Time seemed to freeze.
All the cultivators of the Yiming Ghost Sect looked shocked and dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at the Ming Sha True Monarch nailed to the sect's stone tablet by a dark spear.
Dead?
Our Supreme Elder is dead?
All cultivators of the Yiming Ghost Sect felt stiff and chilled to their core, as if they were plunged into an ice cellar, creating a deathly silence.
Originally, they thought their ancestor, their Supreme Elder's emergence from seclusion would repel all enemies.
But they were wrong.
Terribly wrong!
With just a single blow, their Supreme Elder was killed.
Killed by the Yangming True Monarch in a mysterious robe, surrounded by chaotic gas, resembling both a god and a demon, pinned at the gate.
Even the Nascent Soul Spirit Body couldn't escape, swallowed by a golden-winged Peng bird!
