Chapter 496: Drought Demon

As the master of the Northwest Nether Ghost Sect, Jamie Lennard's command of spellcraft had never been empty bravado. On top of that, he had cultivated the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts for years. Deathly aura clung to him so thickly it felt like a corpse's breath. Jamie brought his hands together. Ghostly qi roiled off his body in waves, steaming into the air. In the surge of that dark tide, he formed a hand seal with his right hand and stabbed a finger forward. "Woooo…" A wail like ghosts...