Qin Yang lifted his gaze, sweeping his eyes over the five figures. These five ghost cultivators were all dressed in black robes, covered with bizarre, twisted patterns.
On their left chest, those eerie twisted patterns faintly converged into two circular characters "Yin Ghost."
Among these five people, the leader was an old man with a gaunt face, sunken eyes, holding a black Yin Soul Disc in his withered hand.
The other four were holding a Soul Hooking Saber, Soul Hooking Claw, Soul Hooking Rope, and Soul Hooking Spear, respectively. Their eyes glinted with cold amusement as they stared at Monk Huiguang.
All four of them were at the early stage peak of the Immortal Venerable Realm.
However, with the weapons in their hands and their cooperation, they could even contend with a middle stage Immortal Venerable Realm expert.
"Little bald thief, why aren't you running? Why don't you take this old monk with you?"
The tall, thin man holding the Soul Hooking Spear sneered.
