"Go to hell!"
Xu Wendong let out a thunderous roar, a sound akin to a colossal bell ringing in this confined space, making the surrounding air tremble violently.
Under his precise control, the Taoist Scripture Fragment instantly transformed into a dazzling golden stream of light.
With an unstoppable and overwhelming momentum, it surged toward the fierce and terrifying-looking ghosts.
Wherever the golden stream of light passed, the space was torn apart like fragile paper, forming black rifts.
These rifts resembled dark beasts, ready to devour anyone, gaping and exuding a chilling aura, as if even the space itself was groaning under the oppressive force, on the verge of collapse.
The strength of those ghosts was not to be underestimated. Sensing danger, they each launched their fiercest attacks in an attempt to resist.
However, in the face of the powerful Taoist Scripture Fragment, their resistance was utterly insignificant, laughable like ants trying to shake a tree.
