Chapter 288 Despair Boils

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"The Holy Court... The Holy Court... The gods are destroyed... The Holy Court is no more..."

The chilling and eerie voice seemed to appear in everyone's ears like an illusion, intermittently, sending shivers down their spines.

Even Qin Jun couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling. He looked around but didn't see any ghostly figures. The sky had gathered dark clouds at some point, casting a gloomy shadow over the Death Valley.

"Are they ghosts?" Qin Jun asked the Black and White Impermanence in a deep voice. After all, they were both deities of the underworld and were the most knowledgeable about ghosts.

The Black Impermanence's face turned ugly. "I'm not sure. My divine sense can't detect any ghostly presence."

Although they were deities of the underworld, they were not the most powerful beings in the netherworld. They were just slightly better off among the ghostly attendants. If there were ghosts that they couldn't detect, there was only one possibility: the other party was stronger than them.

If a ghost cultivated to a certain level, it could be even more powerful than a cultivator of the same level, even overwhelming them.

"We're done... Ghosts that have accumulated countless years of resentment... We're all going to die..."

Sang Liang began to spread panic again, causing the cultivators to become restless.

"What is the Holy Court? And who are the gods?"

"Let's leave from another direction!"

"It's no use. I just circled around from the edge, and it seems like there's an invisible barrier blocking us. We can't get out at all!"

"Why is this happening? It never happened before!"

"I don't know... Are we really going to die here?"

The cultivators discussed in fear, and more and more of them began to gather. In desperate situations, people tend to flock together, so the cultivators gathered where there were the most people.

But due to a mysterious restriction, the divine sense of the cultivators could only spread out for a kilometer at most, no matter how strong they were, even if they were at the Golden Immortal level.

"What exactly is the Holy Court?"

Qin Jun thought to himself, feeling that the current abnormality in the Death Valley was somehow related to his previous absorption of the Extreme Flame Ghostly Water.

As the dark clouds obscured the sunlight, making the Death Valley dim, eerie white figures appeared, scaring the cultivators into screams. Can you imagine the feeling of suddenly seeing ghostly figures around you?

In such a panic-stricken atmosphere, even cultivators would be frightened.

"Get out of the way!"

A cultivator swung his sword, but the blade passed through the white figure as if through thin air, and the white figure remained intact, causing even more panic among the cultivators.

"Don't panic. They might just be illusions, like a mirage!"

Another middle-aged cultivator on the other side shouted loudly, trying to stabilize the hearts of the cultivators and then lead them.

At that moment, the white figure behind him suddenly reached out its right hand, piercing through his chest, blood splattering. The smile on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by fear and disbelief.

With a thud!

Strange blue flames suddenly burst from the hand of the white figure, instantly turning the middle-aged cultivator into ashes, causing all the cultivators to gasp in shock and retreat, moving away from the surrounding white figures.

"What are these white figures?"

Qin Jun asked the Black and White Impermanence, ignoring the attacks of the cultivators. It was too unfair that they could attack the cultivators but the cultivators couldn't harm them!

Both the Black and White Impermanence looked puzzled, clearly not knowing the existence of these white figures either.

Looking around, there were densely packed eerie white figures, numbering in the thousands, making Qin Jun's scalp tingle.

"Dare to disturb... the tomb of the War God... die..."

The mysterious voice sounded again, igniting the fear and anger in the hearts of the cultivators. Countless white figures began to attack the cultivators like locusts.

The battle was about to begin!

Yuan Hong and Lei Zhenzi stood on either side of Qin Jun, while Li Cunxiao stood in front of him, and the Black and White Impermanence stood behind him, using their magical powers to resist the attacking white figures.

The white figures were dispersed by the magical powers, but they quickly reformed.

Qin Jun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It seemed that these white figures could ignore physical attacks, but magical powers could disperse them, indicating that they were not invincible.

At that moment, Mogu Jie suddenly jumped down from the clouds, surprising Qin Jun and the others.

"Hahaha! You can't even protect yourselves, don't think about tormenting me again!"

Mogu Jie roared with a grimace, and as he spoke, his body plummeted towards the gorge below. Yuan Hong was about to grab him, but several white figures suddenly flew towards him, blue flames instantly igniting, accompanied by Mogu Jie's screams, and he was eventually turned to ashes.

"Foolish!"

Qin Jun cursed inwardly. Fortunately, he had learned that the Abyss Gate branch had moved to the Black Raging Divine Sect, and Mogu Jie was no longer of any use.

"Ah!"

"Damn it! These ghostly things can't be killed at all!"

"Help me!"

The terrified and desperate cries of the cultivators around could be heard, as they were killed by the white figures, and some had their primordial spirits burned to nothingness by the blue flames as soon as they left their bodies.

The slaughter was unfolding, and despair was boiling over.

If it weren't for the strength of Yuan Hong and the others, they would probably have been in danger very quickly as well.

At that moment, a white figure descended from the sky, intending to grab Qin Jun's head, startling him. He immediately breathed out the Threefold True Fire, which enveloped the white figure, causing it to disappear without a trace, without even reforming.

"It works!"

Qin Jun's eyes lit up. He suddenly realized that as the Extreme Flame Demon God, he might be able to counter the eerie white figures in the Death Valley.

"Get out of the way!"

Qin Jun shouted to Li Cunxiao, who also noticed Qin Jun's actions and immediately stepped aside.

The raging flames spewed from Qin Jun's mouth as he turned his head, turning the white figures into ashes. Although the white figures engulfed by the flames did not scream in agony, their frantic movements clearly showed extreme fear.

"Nice!"

Qin Jun felt a sense of relief in his heart. Finally, he had the opportunity to protect his subordinates.

"My chance to shine has finally come!"

Qin Jun exerted even more effort, twisting his body and continuously spewing out flames from his mouth, incinerating all the white figures attacking them.

The other cultivators also noticed Qin Jun's sudden rise, like seeing a ray of light in the darkness. They gathered around Qin Jun one after another.

Jin Yuanhong, on the other hand, suddenly roared in anger. The terrifying power of a ninth-level Golden Immortal instantly manifested, causing the approaching cultivators to bleed from their seven orifices.

He couldn't deal with these white figures, nor could he handle the cultivators?

He was full of pent-up frustration, and the cultivators were the perfect outlet for his anger!

"Dark energy... How could he produce dark energy..."

Sang Liang stared at Qin Jun with widened eyes, suddenly having a thought in his mind. Could it be that Qin Jun had already been possessed by a demon?

If that were true, the world would surely be plunged into great danger!

"Ding! Due to Sang Liang's hostility towards you, you are likely to attract pursuit from the Buddhist sect!"

Qin Jun, who was full of fighting spirit, suddenly heard the system prompt, and couldn't help but be stunned. "Damn, is this old baldy poisonous? How did I provoke you?"

(End of this chapter)

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