After the spiritual energy contained within began to weaken.
The area, which had been empty, gradually became filled with ghostly spirits again.
Seeing this, Lin Xiuyuan had no choice but to immediately recall the Falling Mountain Hammer and then use a wisp of his divine sense to manipulate the enormous wind blade whose power was gradually fading, continuing to obstruct the Ghost King in the distance.
He immediately took out the Wind-Fixing Token and began to pour his surging magical power into it.
Almost instantly.
A fierce wind is blowing!
The demonic energy that had been swirling around instantly scattered in all directions.
The ghostly spirits also became somewhat unsteady on their feet.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A vast, desolate howl echoed between heaven and earth.
The wind grew stronger and stronger, gradually becoming a strong wind.
Three tornadoes appeared out of thin air, transforming into towering pillars tens of meters tall and twisted.
Its surface shimmered with a faint blue glow, exuding an extremely violent and surging aura.
It swept wildly in all directions, with countless tiny, green-scale-like wind blades constantly emerging.
Immediately!
Countless ghostly spirits and spirits around were torn to shreds.
Within a radius of more than ten zhang, under the fierce howling of three tornadoes and the frenzied sweeping of countless tiny wind blades, it had become a death zone.
Even the dense demonic energy around them seemed to have vanished.
The pitch-black curtain that enveloped him seemed to be slightly distorted, as if it were about to be torn apart, allowing Lin Xiuyuan to escape this ghostly realm.
But Lin Xiuyuan carefully sensed it and found that it was not so simple. Although it was distorted, it still needed more power to tear it apart and continuously annihilate the dense demonic energy.
The Ghost Banner contains an unknown amount of demonic energy.
Whether forcibly tearing open the ghost realm will succeed is just an unknown.
It's far better to continue fighting Wu Chengfeng. When the time is up, the battle will either be forced to stop or the opponent will run out of mana and be unable to maintain this 'ghost domain'!
The latter two are undoubtedly the wiser choices.
Once Lin Xiuyuan had this thought, he didn't consider anything else.
He took out two Rejuvenation Pills from his Qiankun Bag and swallowed them. Then he reached out and grabbed the Falling Mountain Hammer, turning his gaze back to the front.
In a short period of time.
That enormous, ghostly hand had already shattered the wind blades.
The cracks on it are now mostly gone.
It seemed to have solidified again, and continued to slowly approach.
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