The pungent stench of blood rushed toward them, mingled with dense killing intent and murderous malice. It was as though a fierce beast of heaven and earth had descended; its aura alone made everyone profoundly uneasy.
Blood-red dark clouds spread rapidly, covering everyone's heads in the blink of an eye.
Heaven and earth turned cold and gloomy.
High in the sky, the Eight Great Venerables wore grave expressions, as though facing a formidable enemy.
On the grass, the Saint Martial Grandmasters' expressions shifted. Their auras surged continuously as they fought with all their strength against the killing intent and murderous malice.
More troubling still were the many True Martial Warriors...
As though trapped in an illusory realm, they first looked terrified, then grew vacant one after another. Their faces twisted in struggle, as though resisting something.
The many disciples who had emerged from the Nether Demon World wore particularly pained expressions.
Such dense killing intent!
Qin Hao's expression shifted, shock filling his heart. This killing intent alone can create an illusory realm and affect warriors' minds. Anyone enveloped by it for too long would probably descend into madness.
Almost the instant the blood-red dark clouds covered them, Qin Hao saw what seemed like thousands upon thousands of death soldiers in dark red robes, some wielding great sabers, others holding treasure swords, long spears, and more...
Every one of them charged at Qin Hao with dense murderous malice.
The attacks of the endless death soldiers were terrifying. Yet these illusory soldiers did not truly injure anyone; instead, they assaulted their willpower and minds.
"My fate is mine, not heaven's! No one can shake my willpower!"
"Shatter!"
Qin Hao grunted, but his expression grew even more resolute. Within his consciousness sea, the willpower swordlet blazed with dazzling golden light, cleaving through the