The frigid wind brushed against their faces as silence fell, save for the mournful wails of various ghosts reverberating through the area.0

Oink oink—0

Moo—0

Baa—1

Neither the wizened old man nor Vice Creed Leader Shi, both of whom were Fusion cultivators with millennia of experience, had ever witnessed a spectacle like today’s.0

Vice Creed Leader Shi’s expression became disjointed. Just moments ago, he had solemnly declared the situation dire now that their opponent had successfully refined the Myriad Souls Banner.0

But judging by the current circumstances, even if our opponent refines ten of such banners, it likely won’t pose any trouble.0

The wizened old man hadn’t expected to produce such playthings. He had simply passed by a small village and discovered its astonishing concentration of bloody aura, which was perfect for refining a Myriad Souls Banner....0