Bottom lane.
The battle had also reached a fever pitch.
Strange gray snow suddenly began to drift across the vast battlefield.
Six hundred and sixty-six wailing faces abruptly surfaced across A'Dai's Nether King Armor.
Han Yu's gaze sharpened, and the Throne of Compassion behind him blazed with light.
It released a peculiar barrier, sheltering both him and Chen Ying'er within.
The Nether King Dagger in A'Dai's hand slowly traced an inscrutable trajectory.
It was as though it were writing some murmur from the underworld.
They were the runes of the most ancient Mourning Soul-Soothe Requiem!
Realizing something was wrong, Chen Ying'er immediately hurled out the Spirit Communication Pearl.
Seventy-two Reverse Summoning Arrays lit up almost simultaneously.
The Emerald Swan and Frost Giant Dragon combination had only just flown into the air and attempted to retreat.
When pale ghostly hands abruptly reached out from beneath the ground and dragged them into the bottomless netherworld.
Heavenly Emperor Tian Hen's pupils instantly transformed into torrents of data.
The countless undead creatures pouring forth directly mutated bone spurs and venom glands that countered summoned beasts.
In an instant, they wiped out most of the summoned beasts that had not been protected.
Feeling somewhat wronged, Chen Ying'er immediately turned to complain.
"Big Brother Han!"
Han Yu nodded, and his Holy Sword suddenly plunged into the earth.
Twelve brilliant Light Wings fully unfurled behind him.
The Divine Seal Knight mark on his forehead burst with dazzling holy light.
The next moment, everything within a hundred miles instantly became an ocean of Light Elements.
This was the Holy Stand he had comprehended through decades of arduous cultivation, an almost divine secret art.
"Holy light!"
The resounding battle cry alone shattered hundreds of Corpse Witch Kings charging at them.
A peculiar light-and-dark yin-yang fish totem suddenly appeared in