“All of this is a result of that brush.” Lu Yun looked at the akasha ghost—or rather, the brush in her hands. That was the source of everything and it currently dripped with viscous ink that looked like blood.

“No!” He received a nasty shock when he looked up again. The akasha ghost had somehow arrived in front of the giant zombie and was raising the brush to its face.

The copy of the akasha ghost in front of Wahuang and the Burgeon prince was slowly fading away.

“Don’t let her succeed! If that zombie turns into an akasha ghost, the sword will no longer be able to keep it down!” Lu Yun’s voice rose an...