The Burial Thunder Ghost King took a step forward, and the entire Burial Thunder Valley sank with a thunderous crash.
Boundless ghostly energy gathered in the sky, forming a gloomy thundercloud that covered dozens of miles of mountains and rivers.
The Burial Thunder Ghost King stood beneath the thundercloud, its charred King's Robe billowing in the wind.
It slowly raised both arms, the dark-red ghost heart in its chest pounding violently. With every heartbeat, a bolt of black lightning burst from its body and spread through the Blood Sacrifice Formation to every corner of Scarlet Cloud Mountain.
"The dead who sleep beneath this land..."
"In this king's name, return to the world!"
Rumble!
Countless bolts of lightning descended at once.
This was not the fierce, blazing righteous lightning of heaven and earth, but Heaven-Burying Thunder condensed from death energy, resentment, and yin baleful energy. The instant its light illuminated the mountains, not a trace of warmth could be felt. Instead, a bone-piercing chill burrowed into the organs of every dead thing.
Beside the ruined altar, the corpse of a Golden Scale Guard that had just been carried into the clearing suddenly twitched.
The young martial artist standing beside him froze briefly. Thinking his companion was still breathing, he hurriedly bent down and reached out. "Wait, he seems to be alive!"
"Don't touch him!"
Zhang Zhen suddenly roared.
But it was already too late.
A thin bolt of black lightning flashed through the corpse's eye sockets, and the dead Golden Scale Guard abruptly opened his eyes. His pupils were long gone, leaving only churning black lightning slurry.
He thrust out a hand, his five fingers wrapped in lightning, and clawed at the young martial artist's throat.
The young martial artist had no time to dodge.
At that hairbreadth moment, Gu Chenfeng