"The Demonic Insects Legion will reach the Yellow Springs Realm in: 00:59"
"00:58"
"00:57"
"..."
Crimson Small Characters kept flashing.
Gu Qingshan stood atop Iron Encirclement Mountain and called out to everyone:
"Remember, when you twist your waist, stick out your butt!"
"Shake your shoulders. Find the rhythm. Spin—hit the beat!"
"You're all true powerhouses from your respective worlds. You'll have no trouble learning a basic dance like this. Just follow me and move to the beat later."
The whole world had turned into a dance lesson.
Some of the dead were secretly disgruntled.
But when they glanced at the black scepter atop Iron Encirclement Mountain, every thought in their minds vanished at once.
They had no choice.
The Hell-Suppressing Ghost King Scepter stood right beside them.
It seemed excited by the appearance of so many dead. Every so often, an ear-grating chewing sound came from the Hell-Suppressing Ghost King Scepter.
—It made the dead shudder.
So when Gu Qingshan took another step and rolled his hips, all the dead hurried to follow.
They really were experts chosen from the best. They quickly picked up the simple moves.
As he danced, Gu Qingshan released his divine sense to observe the dead.
—He couldn't help feeling a little regretful.
With so many dancers, if he had time to train them properly, just how astonishing would the power of the sacrificial dance become?
What a pity.
There was no time.
As he thought this, a woman's soft moan suddenly sounded beside his ear.
It seemed to be a special signal.
In the next instant, lines of Crimson Small Characters rapidly refreshed:
"Attention!"
"Your body has been personally trained by Chaos, reaching a state of supreme suppleness and resilience."
"Through the Human Race's blessing, you have received a twenty-threefold boost to your priestly