The scene before them was truly horrifying.
Especially for the cultivators living in the Heaven-Blessed Nation. Having seldom experienced great wars, they had never known much terror. Confronted with such a sight so suddenly, they could not hide their fear.
King Wuguan, who had sat up from the coffin, wore a black official's robe and a Yama Mask over her face.
Her frame was gaunt and skeletal, like a bamboo pole with clothes hung from it.
Dark-red blood patterns were embroidered along the edges of her official's robe. Beads of blood still dripped down one by one, making her seem all the more grim and dreadful.
Her body moved with the awkward stiffness of an ill-made puppet. She swayed as she stood firm, though her knees remained submerged in the pitch-black coffin.
Behind her, the void displayed a thousand forms and myriad faces—shadowy soul-images. Faintly, the sound of ghosts weeping could be heard beside their ears.
The entire Twenty-Seven Cities was enveloped in an indescribable gloom.
It was as though a netherworld Yama King had truly descended upon the human world with her ghost soldiers and ghost generals.
Zheng Chaoyang's expression was grave.
This was the power of a Divine Presence Realm expert.
This was why the State Chancellor had spared no cost to help him break through into Divine Presence. The two sides of the divide between man and heaven were truly entirely different worlds.
Divine Presence, Divine Presence—the godlike expert had descended into the world.
"Heh heh heh, heh heh heh."
King Wuguan laughed like this.
"It has been a long time since anyone..."
She tilted her face up at the enormous Giant Turtle Beast. In her exposed eyes was a dull emotion without the slightest ripple.
Yet she had indeed displayed rage and terror.
Splash, splash.
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