The Business Fire Golden Thread Lotus emitted wisps of Hell Fire; any ghost that collided with it would instantly dissipate into smoke and clouds. With each ghost vanquished, the Hell Fire grew stronger and the golden lotus blossomed further.

Wang Weijun was at a loss for words. He had encountered many ghosts in his lifetime, but never had he seen them surge like a tidal wave. He was profoundly shaken, wondering how many deaths it would take to create such a spectacle.

The ghost cultivators here were undeniably strong, likely on par with Elemental Infant stage cultivators. However, Mi Xiaojing practiced Evolutionary Immortality, which just so happened to be the bane of ghost cultivators, deterring them from approaching.

A piercing, ghastly howl broke the silence, so strange and grating that it jolted Mi Xiaojing awake. Upon opening his eyes, he too was startled by the scene before him.