The sky completely split open with that piercing, brittle crack.
The aftershock from the first wave of world debris had yet to fade when the pitch-black void was forcibly torn apart by an invisible giant hand. The dense Gray Fog was dyed a sickly dark red in an instant, like a massive slab of rotten, bleeding flesh stretched over Stone Ridge Mountain, giving off a stench mingled with rust and decay.
"My lord, look at the sky!" Nangong Xue's voice trembled slightly in the gale.
Chu Qing stood barefoot on the highest point of the altar. The Dark Gold patterns beneath his feet were vibrating at high frequency from the extremity of his Killing Intent, shaking the Liuli Stone beneath him into powder inch by inch.
He lifted his head, his gold-purple pupils shrinking into two sharp points of light.
At the split in the dark red clouds, what came falling was no longer shattered stone, but dense, swarming black shadows, like locusts crossing the border.
Each black shadow slid along a meteor's trajectory. They wore rotting ancient battle flags, their armor overgrown with green mildew. They did not breathe; only pairs of ghostly green soul-fires flickered in their withered eye sockets, like guiding lamps one after another.
"This is... the Legion of the Old Days?" Nangong Xue sucked in a cold breath.
These were the undead of powerful beings from the past dozens of epochs—those who had once stood at the peak of martial arts, only to have every shred of dignity erased during the great harvest calamity.
"Boom!"
An explosive sound rang out from the void.
At the very front of the legion, a Bone Giant over a hundred zhang tall stepped out, shattering the void beneath him. His entire skeleton was like mutton-fat white jade, and eight