In that instant, the duel arena seemed to transform into a scene from hell.
Agonized wails rose and fell, echoing through the air and making one's hair stand on end.
Countless ghosts surged out from the Myriad Souls Banner.
They bared their fangs and brandished their claws, their faces savage and grotesque. Pale, white hands reached out from the banner one after another.
Like evil ghosts from the netherworld, carrying endless resentment and killing intent, they stretched straight toward Mountain King.
The ghosts' resentment was so immense that the entire duel arena was shrouded in a powerful darkness.
The sky turned gloomy and gray. Even the bright sunlight was swallowed by the darkness, as though the whole arena had been dragged into a bottomless abyss.
Mountain King let out a roar and swung his hand heavily.
"Rumble—!!"
Mountain King struggled to climb up from the ground. His injured body swayed, yet his eyes brimmed with fury and determination.
He violently shook himself, as if trying to cast off the pain in his body, then extended his enormous hand and swept it forward viciously.
Following his movement, the ghosts seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, gathering toward him in swarms.
He kneaded and crushed those ghosts in his hand, drawing shrill screams from them.
Mountain King charged fiercely toward Li Xuanxiao without hesitation.
The entire duel arena shook violently beneath his running feet.
At the other end of the duel arena, Li Xuanxiao stood quietly.
One hand gripped the Myriad Souls Banner tightly, its fabric snapping loudly in the wind.
His silver hair drifted in the breeze, a ferocious smile hanging on his face as a chillingly sinister aura radiated from his entire body.
Mountain King's gaze locked tightly onto Li Xuanxiao, especially those eyes of his—eyes filled with