Yang Chen felt quite gratified upon hearing Huang Xing say this.
At the very least, it showed that Huang Xing knew how to repay kindness with gratitude.
He entrusted the Thunderclap Clan corpses to him without worry.
After handing over the Thunderclap Clan corpses, Yang Chen rose to his feet and looked around in surprise. "Why hasn't anyone arrived yet?"
By all rights, the Profound Dao Sect should have arrived here under the lead of his clone, yet not even a shadow of them could be seen.
"Yang Chen, do you have a feeling of dread in your heart?" Zhang Xuelian asked.
"I've had it for a while now..." Yang Chen paused slightly upon hearing Zhang Xuelian's words.
His ominous premonition grew increasingly intense. His eyes narrowed as he began contacting clone Yang Chen.
The moment he made contact, Yang Chen's pupils contracted.
"What is it?" Zhang Xuelian asked worriedly when she saw his reaction.
"Something terrible has happened..." Yang Chen clenched his fists.
"So many Underworld ghostly creatures? And ghost beasts never seen before?"
Yang Chen's heart shook. Through clone Yang Chen, he saw one terrifying scene after another.
A vast black mass stretched out before them. Countless ghostly creatures, led by numerous ferocious beasts, surged onward in a mighty tide that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, enough to destroy the world.
Their numbers were unprecedented, enough to trigger a war unlike any before or since.
With this number, the Enlightenment Stage cultivators sent into the Great Secret Realm by the various factions probably could not stop them at all.
Even Yang Chen felt his scalp tingle at this moment.
What exactly had happened?
Zhang Xuelian asked curiously from the side. She could tell that Yang Chen's expression was terrible.
Logically speaking, now that Yang Chen's