Ying Xiu raised his hand to wipe the fresh blood from his forehead, his expression unchanged, but his heart was secretly alarmed.
The oppressive force of that drum shadow had been tremendous, and if he had retreated even a moment later, he feared he would have become another lost soul beneath its beat.
The name of the ghost artifact was indeed well deserved.
He took a deep breath, paying no attention to Ghost's mockery, and glanced indifferently towards the red figure in the distance, commanding, "There's no need for you here for the time being. The Ghost Tears Pearl is of utmost importance—go and stabilize the situation first."
Hongying, without any further comment, accepted the order and left.
