"Damn it!" The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord had clearly seen that the battle was turning heavily against the Ghost Race. As for the Devil Race, they were accomplishing nothing under the Demon Race army's blockade. If things continued this way, the outcome was already clear.
"Activate the formation!" A fierce glint flashed in the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord's eyes.
The green-armored skeleton and Su Qing exchanged a glance. Su Qing hesitated, then immediately sent a voice transmission to Lu Xiaotian. "Senior Brother Lu, the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord is going to activate the restriction. The One-Origin Ghost Baleful Formation!"
"Good. Let him," Lu Xiaotian said with a breath.
After getting Lu Xiaotian's approval, Su Qing watched as the green-armored skeleton once again sent several formation flags flying. The flags stood between heaven and earth, rattling amid the boundless ghostly energy.
The earth shook violently. Huge cracks appeared in the ground, which had been solid moments before. The enormous bone wheels on the ground dragged their chains with a clattering sound, and a terrifying, evil force surged up through the fissures.
A massive bone pool built of white bones was dragged out from underground by the chains. Inside the pool lay a vast quantity of blood, soaking a huge, dark-green battleaxe adorned with skull patterns.
The chains dragging the bone pool not only hauled it along, but also continuously drew ghostly energy into the pool, where the enormous battleaxe absorbed it.
The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord threw back his head and roared. The battleaxe in the bone pool answered with a chorus of ghostly howls, echoing his call. The dark-green battleaxe trembled, and the white bone chains wrapped around the pool snapped apart. As if possessed of a will of its own, it shot toward the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord and