Su Fan stood alone atop the ruins of a collapsed building in Qionghua City, his tall figure exuding a chilling air of slaughter.
With both hands clasped behind his back, he coldly surveyed the city before him, which looked as though the apocalypse had descended.
At that moment, Qionghua City resembled a dead city shrouded in sinister darkness, densely packed with Yin Soldiers and Ghost Generals drifting wantonly through its streets.
They radiated a frigid Yin energy, making the entire city seem enveloped in a thick layer of gloom. The sinister air struck him head-on, and every inch of space seemed frozen, the chill piercing straight into his marrow.
Ghostly smoke filled the air, surging through the city's streets and alleys like thick ink. The cold aura resembled invisible tentacles, spreading in every direction.
At a glance, anyone unaware of the truth would surely have thought this was the sinister and terrifying Hell of Samsara from legend.
From the distance, the fierce sounds of battle rang out from time to time. The surviving Celestial Race cultivators within the city were making their final struggle.
But their resistance was doomed to be futile.
Yaksha was driving a large horde of high-level zombies and Bone Kings forward. Like a surging black tide, they poured toward the Celestial Race cultivators.
Among those Celestial Race cultivators who had been lucky enough to survive were no shortage of experts in the Deity Transformation Stage and Void Refining Stage.
But they had first endured life-and-death trials during the Filth Demon's self-detonation, then suffered repeated devastation from the terrifying aftershocks of the battle between Su Fan and that Celestial Race Integration Stage old monster.
By now, hardly any of them remained unscathed. Most were gravely wounded and barely breathing, while some had only a faint trace of