Zhao Jiuge’s expression was grim and contained a layer of killing intent.

He put away his sword back into its sheath as he rushed forward. He had given up on using his sword art against Villa Master Han and decided to use his physical body instead!

Sanskrit chants echoed, golden lotuses turned.

The bright, golden light around Zhao Jiuge’s body became even more brilliant in contrast with the dark-green corpse energy and grey yin souls.

The smiling buddha seemed to be affected by the yin souls. It no longer looked peaceful and instead was filled with a sense of might.

The moment the golden light from his body touched the yin souls, the yin souls screamed and retreated. However, compared to all the yin souls being released, it was insignificant.

These yin souls retained their original appearances, but their expressions were varied. Fortunately, all the Corpse Summoning Flag could do was control them to self-destruct.

If they were controlled by a ghost cultivator, then the power of these hundred yin souls would be far more deadly than...