For the "welcoming ceremony" that resembled a scene straight out of a horror movie, Beichuan Si simply stretched out his hand and conjured a massive hammer out of thin air!
Then—
He swung it!!!
Splat!
Splat!
Splat!
The heads of the shorter witch spirits exploded with dark blood plasma!
As for the taller robed priests, they met the fate of being smashed in half at the waist!
But after all, spirits are spirits; even a broken waist allowed them to keep moving.
Seeing these spirits still trying to reach out for his legs, Beichuan Si's expression shifted, and without hesitation, he tossed the kindling fire he was holding.
BOOM!!!!
The ethereal blue kindling fire blazed fiercely!
The spirits wailed behind Beichuan Si.
Occasionally, a spirit burst from the blue fire sea, trying to throw itself directly onto Beichuan Si.
But before they could stagger two steps, they had already crashed heavily to the ground.
