At this moment, within the misty space on the third level of the fifth layer of Golden Plague Poison, a deathly silence had fallen.
The Carefree Tower ghosts of the third level were all prostrate on the ground.
Ghost soldiers wielding curved blades and long spears stood guard before a black xuan-iron imperial carriage drawn by eight ghost horses.
Strands of black mist coiled around the carriage, radiating a faint sinister glow.
The curtains stirred without wind. The Carefree Tower Empress, clad in a dark night dragon robe, lightly tapped the armrest with her fingertips. Her gaze locked with Xiao Yu's like poisoned ice needles.
Even standing beside her, I felt an icy chill pierce my bones, an indescribable pressure that made me deeply uncomfortable.
Was this the oppressive force of the Carefree Tower Empress?
I was secretly startled.
Beside me, Xiao Yu wore a flowing white dress, its hem swaying in the cold yin wind.
Her ink-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, making her seem ethereal and transcendent, with the bearing of an empress.
That incomparable, overwhelming presence caused a flicker in the eyes of the surrounding ghost soldiers and the Carefree Tower Empress within the carriage.
Xiao Yu did not rush to make a move, but I knew that a great battle was unavoidable.
A fierce fight could erupt at any moment.
Every nerve in my body was taut as I gripped the Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud Sword, ready to draw it at any time...
In the distance, Master, Uncle Yu, Daoist Qingshan, Mao Jing, Pan Ling, Senior Brother, and the others had also prepared for battle.
The moment fighting broke out here, they would rush over to help us immediately.
The Carefree Tower ghost soldiers also widened their eyes as ghostly energy began to spread from their