A deathly silence hung over the Tribal Stockade. Even the enormous commotion just outside its gates had not disturbed it in the slightest. A chill crept into their hearts. The stockade felt like a trap, a dangerous black hole that could swallow anything.
"Come on. Let's go inside the Tribal Stockade and have a look. Once we find somewhere safe, I'll stand guard while you recover your strength," Tang Changsheng said grimly.
The others agreed almost without thinking. Their strength had fallen below the Manifestation Realm, and danger surrounded them. They could only rely on Tang Changsheng to protect them. Clinging to Qiang was instinctive for every living creature, and cultivators were no exception.
Tang Changsheng had been much more Qiang than them to begin with. Now, there was no comparison. They were utterly convinced of his strength!
The stockade gates were tightly shut, but they posed no obstacle to Tang Changsheng. With all Five Great Secret Apertures open, his strength was now nearly a match for those born with superhuman strength. Besides, he had dozens of Guardian Yin Soldiers under his command.
In the Spirit World, those Guardian Yin Soldiers were even more formidable, able to bring their strength fully to bear. Tang Changsheng now understood that Guardian Yin Soldiers could unleash their greatest power only in the Spirit World—or rather, in a land of the Netherworld!
Though Tang Changsheng could exert the force of a thousand jin, he did not lift a hand. He let the dozens of Yin Soldiers push open the stockade gates. Gray mist spilled out.
Beyond it stood countless figures, their expressions varied and uncannily lifelike.
They held swords and spears and wore armor made of animal hide. They seemed poised to fight in defense of the Tribal Stockade.
But death had descended in