Naraku Ghost Emperor stood upon the avenue of dragon bones, her slender, fair fingers curling as she continued to reach toward the young monk. The aura of death inherent in the rules of the Netherworld converged; a grey-white radiance spread from the withered blue lotus in the monk’s hands, then coursed through his palms to permeate his entire body.
In barely two or three breaths, the monk’s handsome skin turned into snow-white ash, drifting away like the remnants of a burnt-out bonfire. Once his flesh and blood were erased, his pale gold skeleton rapidly blackened, taking on a charcoal-like structure before collapsing with a crash. All that remained on the spot was a pile of charred bones mixed with white ash, within which a single pale gold sarira sat with a dimming glow.
With just a single finger, she had caused an Arhat who had quietly infiltrated the realm to perish. All the Rank Three experts were terrified; they no longer cared about their mutual calculations. Only by breaking this dream could they hope to escape!
Chapter 621