"You scum of the Netherworld dared to ambush Azure Prison Mountain? This time, you'll come but never leave!" A black-clad man in the air said. His cheekbones jutted high, his gaze was sharp as an eagle's, and his expression was dark and fierce.
This Black-Clad Man was astonishingly already at the Ascension Stage. Far in the distance stood another eight or nine Cultivators at the Spirit Cultivation Stage. Their positions were exceedingly subtle. They appeared disorderly, yet their auras had merged into one—some formation or secret art must have linked them together.
Facing them was a crowd of ghosts and monsters from the Netherworld. Among them were several Cultivators wreathed in black qi; one glance showed that they cultivated Ghost Path techniques. Yet whether ghosts or Cultivators, the strongest among them were only at the late Spirit Cultivation Stage.
"Azure Prison Mountain has the densest yin qi. When scum like you from the Netherworld come here, you can bring out ten parts of your abilities with only seven. The mineral resources here are also exceptionally abundant. Yet precisely because the yin qi is too heavy, it is unsuitable for setting up a grand defensive formation. We knew long ago that you would raid this place. I've waited here for you for far too long," the Black-Clad Man said smugly.
"You have always wanted to invade our Heavenly Heart Continent, but that does not mean we have been idle. Nether Palace has existed for so many years that we have also learned the techniques and divine abilities of the Netherworld. Haven't we set up this formation as well?"
"Kuang the Old Monster, don't get smug too soon!" a cultivator on the other side shouted.
As soon as his words fell, two Cultivators suffused with black light suddenly appeared in the air.