Whoosh!
Black mist intertwined with thunderclouds that had yet to disperse, forging a dense swath of darkness.
Beneath the darkened sky.
A million ghost soldiers donned their armor in unison.
Countless savage generals wore helmets and cuirasses.
Under the gusting yin wind, the clouds filling the heavens intermittently revealed vicious gods with blue faces and protruding fangs.
Neatly clustered together.
Like an iron army that had long been hidden in the abyssal hells, finally emerging from the murky underworld. Their forms varied, yet they were so orderly that one might think they were truly a single entity.
Fangs sprouted from East Sea Lord's mouth as he held the small banner, and the old dragon's face turned iron-blue.
The spiritual aura of an early-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator fully merged into the grand formation.
He took one step forward.
Then transformed into an azure dragon and flew into the clouds.
At the end of the endless darkness.
It seemed that the king of vicious gods sat enthroned there.
The old dragon flying into the clouds was merely one among them.
The instant the small banner was waved from the old dragon's hand, it transformed into a great standard standing amid the army formation.
The old dragon slowly took his seat.
An illusory shrine rose from the ground, connected to the profound darkness behind it. It was as though the one seated there was neither a cultivator nor a ferocious ghostly god, but a general commanding a vast army.
At that moment, Wild Fox at the edge of the formation narrowed his pupils. He watched helplessly as the "old dragon" transformed into a dragon and flew away. There were no fewer than ten similar auras seated among the clouds. The old dragon ranked near the bottom, and every powerful Yang God ahead of