Darkness poured from the Soul-Devouring Ghost Lamp like a river of black ink.
Plants across the peak turned black and wilted.
Vines snapped like dry twigs.
Several peak disciples who had been trying to crawl away suddenly collapsed.
Lady Blackfang threw her head back and let out a mad laugh that shook the peak.
"HAHAHAHA! Look at them! Look at your precious little flowers wilting! In another ten breaths—maybe five—you'll all be nothing but empty husks! Your souls will feed my lantern until even the ghosts forget your names!"
Li Qingmu suddenly raised one brow.
『Wait a minute…』
He turned his head slowly toward the cackling woman floating above the lantern.
Blackfang was in full flow now.
