Another cultivator who stood up was Hán Wúcháng. Pointing at Lu Banxian, he cursed loudly, "Despicable scoundrel, actually resorting to a Dharma Treasure!"
"A scoundrel is likely that ghost-faced cultivator under your command," Bái Mò said, using the power of spiritual guidance to pluck the three skeletons—which had been sucked into the hurricane and were no longer responding to their master—right out of the wind and hurl them at Hán Wúcháng's feet.
"If this were a spell, it would dissipate along with the caster's spiritual power," Bái Mò pointed at the ghost face still spinning upside down through heaven and earth within the hurricane, "Do I really need to say more, old friend?"
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