Chapter 5869

The remaining monks of the Evil Dao Hall heard the command and immediately abandoned their opponents, gathering quickly around the third man in black. They positioned themselves in a precise, ritualistic formation.

Simultaneously, each of them bit the tip of their tongue, spitting blood, sealing their hands, and muttering incantations under their breath.

“Buzz—!”

A wave of malice, death, and pure murderous intent erupted from them.

The monks’ essence, blood, and immortal power intertwined in the air, condensing rapidly into a massive black magic circle over thirty zhang in diameter.

At its center, a vague phantom slowly took shape—a three-headed, six-armed evil ghost. Its six eyes opened in unison, radiating scarlet bloodlight, locking onto Chen Ping.

“With my essence and blood, I sacrifice my soul! Call the evils of the underworld! Kill this Liao leader!”