Under Ling Chen's cold gaze, all the black qi frantically scattered, and that Ghost Beast phantom rapidly shrank in size. From several hundred zhang tall, in the blink of an eye it shrank to several dozen zhang, ten zhang… until finally it was only one meter high, looking like a monkey.
Pu chi!
When the Ghost Beast phantom condensed down to the size of a monkey, the Thunder Sound Sword in Ling Chen's hand suddenly thrust out, leaving a razor-sharp sword mark in midair.
The Ghost Beast phantom's body was pierced through, and with a soft "pop" sound it collapsed and scattered, turning into a haze of black mist that vanished in midair.
As the Ghost Beast phantom was broken, the tattoo on Hong Ye's back abruptly dimmed, and her delicate body went limp and weak, collapsing to the ground.
