Apocalypse glanced at Ye Lin behind him, then picked up the golden book in his hand and walked step by step toward the ghostly generals before him. Lotus flowers bloomed beneath his feet with every step, their golden phantom reflections cast upside down in midair, breathtakingly beautiful.
"Living men ahead, halt. Take one more step, and you shall be slain."
Suddenly, a voice rang out like thunder. One of the ghostly generals gripped the reins in one hand and held a spear in the other, glaring furiously at Apocalypse with his eyes wide.
The warhorse beneath him let out a neigh, its two front hooves rearing high.
"I say, such filthy things should not exist in this world."
"I say, they should be burned by Samadhi True Fire, and sent beyond salvation by the Nine Netherworld Flames."
Apocalypse raised the golden book high in his hand and recited each word clearly. In an instant, two great phenomena appeared behind him.
One half was blazing crimson flame. As it burned, it dyed half of Apocalypse's body a thorough red, and his fiery-red half-shadow was reflected upon the ground.
The space around them warped faintly, enough to show just how terrifyingly high the temperature was.
The other side was green flame, like the fires of hell. Unlike the Samadhi True Fire, its temperature was not high—instead, it carried the chill of the polar regions.
The cold was so terrifying that it seemed capable of freezing even space itself.
"Go."
Apocalypse pointed forward, and the flames behind him swept toward the front like a tornado.
"All units, form ranks."
The ghostly general reacted at once, pointing his spear forward. A thunderous rumble of galloping hooves sounded ahead, and a military formation was assembled in an instant.
Yet this formation was utterly useless against