Li Xiang abruptly opened his eyes and rose from the corner.
He walked to the Bone House's dilapidated window and peered outside through a gap.
One glance was all it took.
Li Xiang's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.
At the far end of their view, on the vast plain connecting the inner and outer cities...
Everything had changed!
Every last thing had changed!
The formerly gray, dim world was now enveloped in an unbearably glaring dark-red radiance.
It was no sunset. It was endless baleful intent, thick as blood!
"The sky has changed..."
Lin Xuanshu and the others crowded around the window as well. At the sight outside, they all sucked in cold breaths, their scalps prickling.
On the plain stained blood-red...
A densely packed Ghost Clan army, stretching beyond the limits of sight like a black ocean, had completed its final assembly.
Heavy infantry formations from the Red-Rumped Ghost Ape Clan, legions of psychic mages from the Black Moon Clan, Ultimate Yin Generals riding two-headed bone dragons...
And millions of lowly wandering souls and vicious ghosts, forcibly conscripted to serve as cannon fodder!
An army of a million!
This was no exaggerated figure of speech, but a terrifying reality laid out before their eyes!
The military soul's baleful intent, gathering the resentment and murderous intent of a million Ghost Clan warriors, had condensed in midair into a blood-colored asura manifestation a hundred thousand feet tall. It threw back its head in a silent roar.
At the very forefront of that black ocean...
An immense river lay across the land, boundlessly wide, its waters an eerie, turbid yellow, countless white bones flickering into view along its bed.
The Yin-Yang Boundary River!
And at the river's source...
A gigantic bridge radiating dazzling dark-gold light, its body carved with countless images of