The moment Xu Yunfan tore through the barrier of the Divine Martial Realm, three shadowy figures flashed out from behind the rubble. Like vipers striking from the shadows, their long-hidden killing intent was finally revealed.
Xu Yunfan watched them with cold eyes, utterly unsurprised. This made the three figures pause, momentarily stunned.
In the next instant, the purple-robed elder flashed a savage grin, his bone-white teeth glinting coldly under the dim sky. With a flick of his wrist, he unfurled his Ten Thousand Souls Banner. A ghostly domain one thousand zhang wide instantly spread out, filled with howling yin winds and the wails of a myriad of ghosts. Countless resentful souls transformed into pitch-black chains that snaked toward Xu Yunfan.
The purple-robed elder frowned. The suppression from this world was too strong. Outside, a single wave of his Ten Thousand Souls Banner could transform a hundred-li radius into a ghostly domain.
