Thick, dark clouds blocked the sky, plunging the earth into darkness.
Killing intent drifted between heaven and earth.
Gloom-winds howled, ghosts roared, yellow sand filled the sky, and white mist billowed...
All living things felt cowed.
Wang Ming stood atop the watchtower of Yimen Pass, gazing into the distance at the great formation radiating dazzling, multicolored light and a mixture of chaotic energies, his heart filled with extreme alarm.
From afar, one could already smell a heavy stench of blood.
That formation was set up outside Yimen Pass, but the distance between the two was actually very far apart.
Feeling a stinging sensation on his skin, Wang Ming frowned.
Although his body at the moment was only an avatar and not as strong as his true form, his protective immortal radiance was still at the Grand Luo Golden Immortal level.
Such a powerful protective immortal radiance was actually pierced by the power overflowing from the formation.
"Wen Zhong, that Yin Shang grand preceptor, is still competent; he knew to take full responsibility for the lives of his subjects and evacuated all of them not long ago. Otherwise, I'm afraid they would all have turned into a pool of bloody sludge, dead beyond a doubt."
Pondering matters in his mind didn't hinder him from increasing the output of his protective immortal radiance's dharma power. Then, he reached his hand outside the immortal radiance, closing his eyes to feel the erosion of the stray energies.
The Dao aura of Yin and Yang, along with intangible forces of the five elements like frost and raging flames, drifted about.
The sharp, stern Qi of blades and armor.
The aura of despair between life and death, the resentful energies of grievance and hatred, chaotic mental power like whispers from the abyss,
Energy matter with intense