Chapter 437

• “Ah!!!” A miserable scream resounded as a young cultivator’s chest was pierced by a white hand. “Crash.” His body was then dragged into the Ghost River by this skeletal hand.
• “Die!” Another cultivator let out a battle cry as he revealed his most powerful technique, causing waves to swell up.
• These four cultivators were prodigies of the ghost race. After utilizing their most powerful techniques, they were able to escape the attacks from these evil creatures and rushed out from the river.