The owner of the bone flute must be a cultivator as well.


    The cemetery used to be an ancient battlefield. It was haunted by countless spirits.


    He almost lost his back then. Fortunately, he was a cultivator with death-type abilities.


    The bone flute was a precious item. It captured countless spirits with its previous


    owner.


    He trained hard once he acquired the bone flute and was able to finally master it.


    There were over ten thousand spirits inside the bone flute, so he had an endless army at his beck and call.


    The spirits would attack the soul, so even Saint level cultivators would find it hard to fight back.


    It was why he was not afraid after learning that Wilbur was a Saint level cultivator.


    The bone flute was his trump card.


    The Zanders were terrified and screamed at the top of their lungs.


    They could not believe Dean was able to summon ghosts.


    They were scared out of their minds, especially Ynda. She pissed her pants and fell to the ground.


    Wilbur formed a silver longsword in his hand when Dean summoned the Undead Spirits.


    The longsword ignited with silver mes. Many runes appeared in the mes as the longsword shed at the iing spirits.


    The spirits immediately screamed in horror when they touched the silver longsword, turning into ashes and smoke at once.


    Wilbur shed through the iing spirits calmly like it was a walk in the park.


    Dean was shocked to see that and said menacingly, "Let''s see how long you can keep this up. My spirits are endless."


    "Oh yeah? Let''s see how many spirits you can summon," Wilbur said with a smile. He waved his longsword formed from spirit energy around and kept shing through the spirits as though Dean was an insignificant distraction.


    Dean was furious. He kept infusing more spiritual energy into the bone flute. More spirits rushed out from the clouds and threw themselves at Wilbur.


    Wilbur calmly swung his longsword and shed through the iing spirits. They were all turned to ashes without fail.


    Dean finally panicked after a moment because it seemed like Wilbur had sufficient spirit energy to keep this going.


    He had to continuously infuse spiritual energy into the flute to summon the spirits.


    He could summon more spirits if his spiritual energy was more powerful. The spirits would be more powerful too.


    However, Wilbur seemed rxed. Dean was afraid that his spiritual energy would


    run out before his opponent''s spirit energy was depleted.


    ''How is it possible that his spirit energy is more powerful than my spiritual energy?'' Dean wondered.


    He found it difficult to believe his eyes, but the fact was staring him in the face.


    He could not let things continue like this.


    Dean yelled angrily, "I''m taking you down!"


    Then, he spat a mouthful of blood on the bone flute, which caused him to turn pale instantly.


    A huge and terrifying spirit appeared among the clouds.


    The spirit was around ten meters tall, and it had two huge hammers in its hands. It bore down on Wilbur like a mountain.


    The whole yard suddenly shook.


    The shadow of death enveloped everyone.


    That was the Alpha Spirit.


    The Alpha Spirit was a terrifying being amongst the spirits. It absorbed the power


    of the countless spirits flying about and coalesced into a more powerful spirit.


    Its attack contained the power of the universe''sws, so even Saint level cultivators would find it hard to defend against.


    Dean summoned the Alpha Spirit by sacrificing a lot of his cultivation with spiritual blood.


    "Die!" he shouted as he watched the Alpha Spirit swing its hammers down on Wilbur.