The night was as dark as water, and heavy snow weighed down on the Imperial Palace.
The Imperial Palace was in chaos. Large numbers of Imperial Guards were on the move, the clatter of hooves ringing without end. The entire Zhenyang Imperial City was shrouded in roiling demonic clouds, oppressive beyond measure.
One of the palaces was under siege by countless Demonic Creatures. On the rooftops, Ji Ya faced the attackers coming at him from every direction. He unleashed the Nine Heavens Divine Palm again and again, each strike blasting away swarms of Demonic Creatures; some even burst into clouds of blood.
From Ji Ya's vantage point, Demonic Creatures poured over the distant palace walls and surged toward him. Gathered together beneath the night sky, they formed a sight that pressed down on him like a mountain.
Even Ji Ya, whose Origin Energy was vast and surging, felt a secret pang of alarm.
Countless ghosts circled in the night sky. The whole scene looked like the end of the world had arrived.
Ji Ya had a powerful feeling that he might die here.
Yet he couldn't help wondering who was behind this, and what they wanted. Was all this really necessary just to deal with him?
Even with death possibly staring him in the face, Ji Ya felt no fear.
Hadn't he cultivated for all these years for this very day?
His master had sent him to investigate the haunting in the Imperial Palace. He had to see it through.
As he fought, he scanned every direction, searching for anything suspicious.
Meanwhile,
Liu Jing had been surrounded by the Imperial Palace's guards. Even with a whole army protecting him, he could barely keep calm. And it wasn't just him—the Imperial Guard soldiers were also trembling with fear. They had never