Yin Yanan’s air-transportation spiritual tool suddenly came to a stop.

Separated from each other by a few hundred meters, Nie Tian’s group and the young Phantasm stared at each other. With a mysterious smile on his face, the Phantasm youngster didn’t seem eager to launch any attacks.

The illusory skull, which was formed by countless discarnate souls, floated slowly about, collecting the agonizing souls of those who had recently died.

The top of the short mountain peak ...