As the ghostly mist dissipated, the sky returned to its clear state.

At this moment, Qing'an City was enveloped in silence, the atmosphere seemingly frozen. For the mortals and rogue cultivators within the city, everything that had just transpired was too surreal, leaving them momentarily unable to react.

The demon cultivator had been imposing, his ferocity overwhelming, loudly declaring his intent to turn all living beings in the city into ghost slaves. Yet, before he could unleash any of his methods, he suddenly exploded on the spot...

And it was a literal explosion, leaving only the words "what" as his dying message.