"An endless Blood Sea, mountains of corpse earth, Yin fiend energy forming the heavens—could this treasure have refined a fragment of the Netherworld Ghost Realm?!"
Ye Ying's pupils contracted as she muttered internally in immense shock.
Through the opening in the palm of the sky-covering Ghost Hand, everyone saw a terrifying world. Scarlet blood formed its seas, corpse earth its land, Yin fiend energy its firmament, and six Black Suns hung in the sky. At a single glance, one could tell that it was a dead land for all living things!
This was the Netherworld in the Palm that had formed from the ghost domain originally contained within the Yellow Springs Ghost Hand after Luo Hong reforged it.
The instant this Netherworld appeared, a wave of utterly terrified Toad's Cries came from not far away.
These Toad's Cries were not merely sounds. They contained magic power and concealed divine abilities; they were precisely the Golden Drum Toads' means of attacking enemies.
Even Cultivators of the same realm would have their magic power shaken unstable by them, greatly reducing their combat strength.
Moreover, these beasts lived in groups. If Cultivators who had entered the Wilds alone in search of opportunities encountered them, they would be no match at all, killed in a single exchange by the unbroken waves of Golden Drum Toad cries.
Yet, the group was still several miles away from these Golden Drum Toads, and sound-based divine abilities dispersed their power especially easily, so they naturally sensed nothing unusual.
Just as Miao Hu and the others wondered why these Golden Drum Toads were wasting their efforts, the cries of the juvenile Golden Drum Toads below the Spirit Transformation realm became increasingly shrill. Before long, streams of blood qi drifted from their seven apertures, while wisps of yellow mist rose