Arrival from Ghost Realm

Even if Yan Guyun were probably slightly weaker than him, he could not reach Xiao Hai's level even if he used Divine Destiny Pagoda.

If he were the one who had attacked, he would probably have ended up like Yan Guyun.

Xiao Hai did not chase after Lei Huan but closed his eyes instead.

He seemed to comprehend the power of the Path of Heaven of the ghost race, and an even more terrifying fluctuation kept accumulating on his body.

Under two consecutive wide-range attacks, several thousand human race cultivators had perished at his hands.

His strength seemed boundless, and he was about to attack again.

Xiao Hai raised his head slightly, and two fingers pointed down.

His expression froze, and the power of the Path of Heaven seemed to pour into the quagmire without the slightest overflow.

"Your opponent is me."

Si Shiyue blocked the fingers with his palm.