The ghost face manifested by the fog of light and shadow emitted an ear splitting roar. However, it didn’t seem very solid. While it might have unbounded potential in the future, it was currently cut off from the yin energy in the Dusk River. It could barely maintain its existence at the moment, let alone bring any formidable future abilities to bear.

The four broadswords had completely morphed into four doorways that each had a sword hovering within its arch. Four rays of light shot into the sky, containing enough power to destroy the world, and ripped the face to shreds. With how overwhelmingly powerful the formation was, the face didn’t stand a chance.

In its final moments of life before being shredded out of existence, the ghost kept a vengeful glare on Lu Yun, seemingly wanting...