Her elegant, fair-skinned hands looked so delicate and beautiful that it was hard to associate this woman with ghost cultivators.

However, just as she grabbed the huge blood-colored, mountain-like horns, the terrifying impact was easily resolved. Then, between her fingers, chains of black fog emerged and sprawled out. Like wildly growing vines, the chains instantly wrapped around Niu Ben's blood-colored horns.

"Ah..."

The head of the Holy Ghost Sect let ...