The black-robed elder was surrounded by swirling black mist, which in the air transformed into one twisted ghostly face after another, emitting silent screams.
He seemed to sense something, paused in his spell, and slowly turned around.
It was a withered face, with skin of an unnatural greyish-blue hue, like that of a corpse, sunken eye sockets, and ghostly green light flickering within the eyes, making it particularly terrifying.
A strange smile hung at the corners of his mouth, and his voice was as hoarse as nails scraping across a blackboard.
"Two little brats, you've got some nerve to break in here."
Yang Cheng didn't waste words, directly channeling True Qi, as the Moon Golden Wheel flew from his waist, spinning at high speed in his palm, the red and green lights interweaving, and the blade emitted a piercing buzzing sound.
