Zhang Jingyun slightly rotated his shoulders, and a crisp, resonant sound echoed from his bones—a unique resonance that occurred only when power re-concentrated. He lowered his gaze to his palms, fingers curling slightly, and when he opened them again, faint golden light rippled across his skin.
Suspended in mid-air, the fierce ghost shook its twisted, ghastly form, seemingly sensing something unusual.
A gust of chilly, evil aura swept past, scattering the withered branches and fallen leaves on the ground. It paused for a fraction of a second before letting out a fierce roar. Yet this time, the threat in its howl lacked its previous soul-shattering terror, replaced instead by a nervous unease masking panic.
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