The four towering Ghost Kings, nearly thirty feet tall, slightly inferior to the terrifying Blood Robe Ghost King, were raising the massive White Bone Palanquin, slowly following behind, exuding an even more terrifying aura than before.
The violent Yin wind swept around, turning the mountain range, already shrouded in thick dark clouds, even more chaotic, as if a dance of demons.
Boom! Boom!
The majesty emitted by the fearso Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin had reached a tangible degree, and the chills piercing straight into the soul made everyone who witnessed it feel as if even their spirit might freeze.
Furthermore, with the appearance of the Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin, the suffocating oppression made it hard for people to breathe, while behind the palanquin, countless Soul Detaining Chains were swinging aimlessly.
Even further behind, countless Ghost Soldiers marched in orderly strides, an army that seed to have erged from the Nine Netherworld, advancing towards this mountain range.
The surging Evil Qi and endless Yin wind made the leader of the Golden Palace Sect Alliance Army, Master Baoxu, have a flicker in his gaze.
More people were utterly terrified.
No one understood why, just as they were about to break through the Daluo Alliance’s mountain gate, such an elite force of Ghost Soldiers appeared.
But no one spoke, eerily quiet, and the insane expanding aura alone was enough to sense that the arrivals were extraordinary.
What made many even more fearful was the arrival was hostile, and the benevolent never co.
Watching the Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin leading an astonishing number of Ghost Soldiers appear over the Daluo Alliance’s ancestral mountain gate, just right to block the Golden Palace Sect Alliance’s attack path.
Like a chasm, it isolated the attack of the Golden Palace Sect Alliance, plunging the entire battlefield into an eerie silence.
Everyone looked up at the giant White Bone Palanquin appearing in the void, eyes flashing with disbelief and a trace of imperceptible trepidation.
The vast Ghost Soldiers following behind the palanquin released a vast amount of Yin Qi, making cultivators feel a chill deep from their souls.
"Which Ghost Lord has descended? Please speak face to face!"
The alliance leader, the Supre Elder of the Golden Palace Sect, Master Baoxu, moved and appeared in mid-air.
Although making no other movents, his entire aura quietly rose, an aura reaching the Purple Mansion Great Perfection, pressing like a storm towards the Yin Qi released by the Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin.
Bang
Bang!
The invisible aura clashed in space, two equally powerful forces intertwined, causing a chain reaction in the void.
Amid continuous collisions, waves of invisible energy surged up, rolling up heavy dark clouds, making the already chaotic space even more gloomy.
"We are all old acquaintances!"
"Did you chase for three whole months, so that now you don’t recognize in person?"
A clear voice suddenly rang out, with a hint of teasing, coming from inside the Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin.
Soon, with a gust of Yin wind, a shadow appeared at the top of the Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin as if experiencing Divine Soul Ergence.
At this mont, everyone could clearly see the person’s face.
A relatively young-looking face, extrely handso, with sharp contours, but the open and shut of the eyelids carried a suffocating majesty, an aura cultivated by a person of high status.
With the person’s speech, Master Baoxu’s previously calm face changed dramatically, a trace of anger appearing on it, saying.
"It’s you?!"
Zheng Yi raised his eyes to glance at him, his clear voice entering his ears, like a thunderous rumble.
That voice contained extre Divine Soul fluctuations, and had it been an ordinary cultivator, they would likely have long descended into panic.
"Whether it’s or not doesn’t matter."
Before Master Baoxu could speak, Zheng Yi sneered coldly.
"Baoxu, you have pushed things too far, today we speak plainly, only one of us can live."
While speaking, Zheng Yi waved a hand, and in an instant, a blood light soared into the sky, terrifying Blood Qi instantly spanning heaven and earth, crushing towards Baoxu like a long river.
That terrifying Blood Evil surged like billowing waves, stirring up bloody tempest in the sky, a murky Blood Sea that not even ordinary Qi Cultivators or Foundation Establishnt cultivators could endure, astonishing even other Purple Mansion Cultivators.
The corrosive power ford by this Blood Sea seed even the void couldn’t bear it, the dreadful movent like a living entity, creating waves that disturbed all directions.
This energy was truly terrifying.
It could be described as a Blood Sea raging, annihilating everything.
Many people had doubts in their hearts.
Could it be, another Blood Demon Dao master interfering in this dispute?
"So it really is you!"
Master Baoxu swept his gaze, too familiar with this aura, etched in his bones, instantly gritting his teeth and saying.
This Blood River was extrely strange, during his hundreds of years in cultivation, he had seen it only once, with the one who fought him over the Qin Family skies, exactly the sa.
The only difference was, this Blood River was now more solid, the montum even stronger.
In fact, this ti it was Nether River Daoist who volunteered to personally deal with Master Baoxu.
In the last great battle, he was almost at an absolute disadvantage, even his Blood River was shattered to pieces.
Although it’s said Blood Sea does not wither, Nether River does not die.
Yet, in the void, even having his Blood River blasted apart, injuring the origin, how could Nether River Daoist, with his proud disposition, tolerate such a result.
So, as soon as he recovered, he discussed with Zheng Yi, his true self, to take the lead and personally deal with Master Baoxu.
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