Ten mystical cultivators stepped forward, their presence alone causing a wave of shock among the students.
These were not ordinary practitioners... they were among the top mystical cultivators, individuals whose very aura carried authority.
As the exorcism commenced, the atmosphere grew intense.
At intervals, the Celestial Master sprinkled holy water, each drop sizzling faintly upon contact with the ground. The priest began chanting ancient scriptures, his voice deep and resonant, echoing through the chamber.
At the same time, several spellcasters continuously recited divine names, their synchronized voices weaving together into a powerful, almost hypnotic rhythm.
The mystic cultivators moved in unison, their robes fluttering with every motion as they condensed glowing spheres of energy in their palms.
One after another, they hurled those pulsating orbs toward the ghost.
Each impact released a sharp burst of light and a faint burning smell.
The ghost shrieked.
