Chapter 1086: Transforming into an Akasha Ghost (2/2)

“What?!” Lu Yun screeched to a halt and he gaped incredulously at the woman.

“An akasha ghost!” Shock crossed the faces of the other five. This was a real akasha ghost, not one of the pale imitations created by the ghost ancestor.

No one knew what akasha ghosts were; their legends had existed in the chaos before the mythological realm existed. Lu Yun and the others seemed to be witnessing the birth of one right before their eyes.

“Stop, stop right now!” roared Lu Yun as he looked at the eerie face. “I can help you reform your soul, but all is too late if you turn into an akasha ghost!”

He’d often come across akasha ghosts in the world of immortals, but compared to the one in front of him, the group of akasha ghosts in his world was just a bunch of children. They were in a completely different league.

Staring mournfully at him, the faceless woman didn’t seem to hear Lu Yun.

“Waugh!!” she shrieked and sent sound waves that took tangible form through the air, rippling in all directions.

“An akasha ghost!” When the crowd saw this, the princes and princesses once again projected larger than life images of themselves forward. Experts of the sacred palaces also walked out from the shadows, staring nervously at the sudden appearance of the akasha ghost.

The Six Royals had surrounded her in their midst, but her horrifying presence deepened with each passing second. Her might climbed to a point where even sovereigns regarded the situation with a pale face.

“She’s a full akasha ghost now, kill her!” shouted Wei Yuan as the power of nirvana on him heightened to another level. He blasted out with all sorts of Nirvana combat arts, sending them into the formation.

Bolstered by the five other sacred powers, a black rose blossomed in the air and dyed the void black. Its petals were the sharpest of black blades and scissored viciously at the akasha ghost.

As strong as the ghost was, it was also constrained by the rules of trial and held to sixth level mortal realm. But the second the black rose neared her, she scattered apart as a huge ghostly face, reappearing as an embedded image in the air and looking woefully down on the six.

The black rose of nirvana puffed into nothingness the moment it touched the face. Discomfort twisted Wei Yuan’s face at the backlash and blood trickled out of his mouth.

The face in the air opened her mouth and spewed out a crimson flood. All sorts of negative emotions howled and wailed within the flood—despair, fear, depression… Color drained out of Ying Luo, Li Xue, Wang Shu, You Huoran, and Wei Yuan’s faces when the flood barreled out. Already injured by his earlier blow, Wei Yuan wanted to vomit from the onslaught and desperately needed to commit suicide.

However, the tide of negativity dispersed in the next second. The images of their princes and princesses had descended protectively in front of them.

“You six get to the sword and use it to destroy the zombie. We’ll handle the akasha ghost.” Wahuang stood with her robes fluttering in the void, her stunning grace visible for all to see.