Could several hundred Devil Race cultivators really have all fallen in such a short span of time, without a single survivor?
The Tianlan Twin Devils glanced at each other, their expressions both somewhat ugly. If that was truly the case, then the array before them would be even harder to deal with than they had imagined.
This was somewhat troublesome.
However, the two devils merely felt a little troubled; they did not feel the slightest fear.
"Big Brother..."
The bewitching woman turned her head, while a pensive look appeared on the man's face. Very quickly, however, it was replaced by a cold sneer. "A bastard playing ghosts and gods. Sister Fu, it's our turn."
The woman naturally had no objection. The two devils were bold from skill, and astonishingly, they did not even summon their treasures before charging into the array.
They had only just entered the mist when wails of ghosts and howls of wolves rang out all around them. Yin wind surged black as ink, then black radiance flared, and more than a dozen Yinhun emerged, forming a line to block the two of them.
Those Yinhun were over a zhang tall, their hair disheveled, their ten fingers incomparably sharp. Faint red light flickered in their eyes as they poised themselves to pounce.
Seeing these Yinhun blocking the road, the Tianlan Twin Devils were first stunned, but the momentum of their forward charge did not slow in the slightest. They actually treated the obstruction before them as if it did not exist.
Yin wind rose violently around those Yinhun, and they immediately pounced viciously at the two devils. They had been produced by the Ghostly Array, and there was considerable order to their advance and retreat. Ghostly shadows shook in a chaotic blur, and they surrounded the Tianlan