Li Xiaoyu's gaze turned toward the deepest part of the black mountain range.
There, an evil palace made of countless enormous bones stood in silence.
The palace towered a hundred zhang high and stretched for several miles, built entirely of black stone.
Its surface was covered in densely packed blood-red runes.
Bathed in the blood-red light, the runes seemed to come alive, slowly writhing as they gave off an evil aura.
Nine hundred-zhang-tall totem pillars stood around the palace.
Over a hundred corpses, drained of their blood, were chained to each pillar.
The corpses were men and women, young and old.
Terror remained on their faces from the moment of death. Their eyes were wide open, refusing to close even in death.
Atop the palace, a blood-red pillar of light shot into the sky like a devil's fangs, tearing through the heavens.
This was the Demon Sect's sacred ground, the Wilderness Sacred Hall.
It was also where the Ghost King had laid out the Pseudo Four Spirits Blood Array.
Looking at the hellish scene, Li Xiaoyu clenched his fists, fury filling his eyes.
"Everyone, heed my command!"
Li Xiaoyu glared at the evil palace and shouted, "Follow me into the Sacred Hall and slay the Ghost King!"
"Yes!"
Everyone answered in unison, without hesitation.
They would use the swords in their hands to deliver justice for the innocent souls who had died in agony.
They would use their own blood to erase the scourges that plagued the world.
Just as they were about to charge into the Sacred Hall's territory, an unexpected change occurred.
Figures had appeared on the black earth before the Sacred Hall, though no one knew when.
They wore ancient black armor and carried weapons from ages past.
Fierce ghost masks covered their faces, leaving only a