Golden Cauldron True Man had not heard the "sound" Kui Dou mentioned, nor did he have the mind to listen. The moment the familiar name "Netherworld Patrol Chariot" reached his ears, inspiration flashed through his mind, and the name of that supremely formidable demon-breaking True Fire abruptly surfaced. It nearly burst from his throat like it had from Shang He's.
But at that moment, everyone's eardrums throbbed with pain. It seemed that the "sound" Kui Dou had spoken of had finally manifested outward, sweeping across the heavens—only it lay beyond the range human bodies could receive, leaving behind merely its impact.
Right then, Danxiao Peak, soaring into the clouds within their sight, seemed to shake from top to bottom, as though it had shaken off all the dust covering its body. The void around it blurred into murkiness.
At the sight, Shang He was first astonished, then his eyes flew wide. An irresistible terror struck the crown of his head like lightning, racing through his entire body. This Longevity True Man, who had always clamored about charging up Danxiao Peak to reclaim the precious treasure, froze stiff on the spot, then began to tremble uncontrollably.
The cultivators who saw the scene were much the same. Shang He was the first to recover, forcing out a voice that shook with fear.
"Retreat! Retreat now!"
What "dust" had fallen from above? It was no sand or soil at all—it was clearly countless devil heads filling the void, numbering in the tens of thousands!
A figure like Shang He, who had spent many years training in the Outer Realm, took one glance and immediately classified the things.
Fire Pestilence!
It was one of the Thirteen Outer Paths Golden Cauldron True Man had encountered before.
These Fire Pestilences resembled insects and possessed only the