The figure shrouded in a black robe, who called himself "White Bone Venerable," suddenly pushed his hands forward. From the billowing sleeves, black mist surged out, and one by one, ferocious ghost shadows flew out incessantly, intertwining and overlapping each other, stacking up into a semblance of arhats.
Within a fleeting moment, countless ghosts piled up, forming a ghost mountain over thirty feet tall, from which emanated waves of ghostly wails and wolf howls.
The fierce wind slammed into the ghost mountain, and under the thunderous roaring impact, the wind scattered, kicking up a sandstorm. The ghost mountain trembled violently, collapsing by more than half.
Yet, it still withstood the charged strike from the Palm Leaf Fan.
On the half-collapsed ghost mountain, numerous ghastly and terrifying ghost faces densely emerged, each one opening its distorted mouth wide, screaming and howling.
