Chapter 897: Tribulation Bound
The Ghost King on the platform shook the long banner in his hand.
The ancient heavenly pillar standing before him trembled violently.
Baleful Intent poured forth like an ocean, surging up layer upon layer of heavenly cloud-waves within the circling wind.
Ranks of ghost soldiers marched upon it like clouds, an endless tide of black armor, until that black-red aura swept overhead like a king's banner raised high.
"By my Heavenly Baleful True Spirit Astral Qi, I suppress the azure heavens above and descend into the Yellow Springs below."
The Red-Haired Ghost King stood before the three armies, chanting an incantation and forming seals for divine arts.
He commanded the great formation's creation and transformation.
Ten thousand ghost soldiers clustered around him, with a million Yin generals in attendance.
Ten great banners rose from the farthest reaches of the great realm beyond.
They beckoned and swayed!
After a short while.
His hair stirred faintly.
An odd light flashed through the Red-Haired Ghost King's eyes as he murmured softly, "Was that... the banner moving?"
Golden "blood" pierced the clouds overhead.
It dripped down.
Drip.
A drop of blood splattered and shattered before Tu Shan Jun.
Then.
Crash, crash, crash.
A sudden torrential downpour fell from the heavens.
Like a raging waterfall, it lashed savagely against this gloomy world shrouded in black-red filthy mist.
Tu Shan Jun, commander of tens of millions of troops, slowly raised his head.
He let the rain scour over him without showing the slightest intention of raising protective astral qi. He merely lifted the small banner in his hand that represented the command tally, controlling thousands upon thousands of soldiers and horses as they piled up great waves ascending to the azure sky.
Though they were merely immortal soldiers formed from lightning and