"I must pacify the Resentful Spirits around here first, or their gathered forces will become too difficult to handle!"
Ming Xuan thought to himself, then swept his sword Qi all around. The powerful beam of light dispersed a large portion of the black mist. The Resentful Spirits continued to shriek as if they were still trapped in hell. Ming Xuan looked at their faces, twisted and agonizingly tormented from having their souls ripped away before death.
"Hurry!" he shouted next. The sword in his hand transformed into countless golden, lightning-like rays that struck directly at the Resentful Spirits. He held back his lethal intent, using only a fraction of his cultivation energy.
Chapter 137