"What's going on?" Ling Longtian immediately sensed wave after wave of Wei Suo's divine consciousness continuously separating from him, as though he were evolving some astonishing domain. There was bound to be a shocking change at that rift in the void. "What happened sixty or seventy thousand years ago, when the Outer Realm Demons crossed over and descended, is about to happen again!" Wei Suo said with a grim expression.
"What?!" Ling Longtian, the Witch God Woman, and the others froze instantly, unable to react for a moment.
Whoosh!
At that moment, another silver star of light flew from Wei Suo's fingertips and struck the corpse of the Thirty-two-armed Desolate Clan Great Power before him. At the same time, crystalline light traced image after image in front of him.
"Hiss..."
Han Weiwei and the others all sucked in sharp breaths, their scalps tingling.
Within the images Wei Suo had formed, enormous white-bone ships sailed through void storms.
These massive white-bone ships were not magical treasures. They had actually been formed from Outer Realm Demons piled together!
The bodies of the Outer Realm Demons composing each white-bone ship seemed to have fused together, yet every one of them had a head exposed outside. Their eyes shone with fanatical light, making for a horrifying sight.
Every white-bone ship sailing through the void storm was hundreds of zhang long. At least several thousand Outer Realm Demons were needed to form one such ship, and as far as the eye could see in the images, these white-bone ships densely filled the scene—there were at least several hundred of them.
"All these Outer Realm Demons are heading for this region of space?" Ling Longtian's entire body prickled. Such a scene was simply unimaginable. There also seemed to be some Outer Realm Demons standing atop the