"What... How is this possible?!"
Ha Luosa's pupils contracted sharply. He had never seen an Undead Legion so vast and majestic. What shocked him even more was—
Those undead... radiated an aura no weaker than that of the Netherworld Legion!
Ling Zichen stared at the scene in utter disbelief.
Yet Wu Yang Jin did not pause in the slightest. He swiftly formed a hand seal, and in the next instant, the enormous Undead Legion crushed toward the Netherworld Legion!
Undead against undead!
"Bang—!!"
Within the Netherworld Legion, a Terror Knight had just raised his sword when, in the next second, Wu Yang Jin's undead knight swung its bloodstained battle-axe and cleaved it apart!
Ha Luosa did not hesitate either. With an angry roar, he brought the Netherworld Sword down with force!
A massive gray sword aura tore through the sky and shot straight toward Wu Yang Jin.
"Heh."
Wu Yang Jin chuckled softly and thrust out his palm. Black flames surged like a tide, smashing violently into the sword aura.
"Boom!!"
The terrifying explosion of energy seemed to rip apart the entire space as the auras of death and destruction intertwined wildly.
On Ha Luosa's side, the Netherworld Sword spun sharply in his hand. Gray Soul Power spread frantically, squeezing the surrounding space until it twisted slightly.
His body nearly slammed into the ground, and as he was forced back, a huge cloud of dust rose at once, filling the air with the stench of death.
"Cough..."
The Netherworld Douluo slowly rose to his feet, wiping away the dark blood seeping from the corner of his mouth as he stared coldly at Wu Yang Jin.
"Interesting. You actually managed to injure me... No, even the power of the undead you summoned can affect my Netherworld power..."
He gazed darkly at