The ghastly green-faced ghost let out a terrible scream. A surge of dark energy burst forth from the gaping hole in the back of its head as the bone scorpion suddenly shot its tail stinger out from underground like a bolt of lightning, striking with ease.
If it were an ordinary cultivator, they would probably have died on the spot,
but this ghost merely staggered a few times in its upper body. Suddenly, its head made an eerie turn of a full eighty degrees. The painful screaming halted abruptly, replaced by an extremely shrill howl.
The scholarly middle-aged man nearby heard this sound and immediately felt a heat rise in his heart. It was as if his chest had been pounded with a heavy fist, almost causing blood to spurt out.
"The Wailing of a Hundred Ghosts!"
Liu Ming's mind stirred, and he instantly remembered this ghostly spell.