Martial Border.
Dark clouds blotted out the sunlight, and rolling Demonic Qi surged forth like a tide, accompanied by eerie, sinister laughter.
The sky was dim, the black clouds hanging so low that they seemed within reach. A strange power that shook the soul permeated the boundless void, as though something behind those black clouds was drawing people in to investigate.
Hundreds of thousands of people looked up at the sky, their expressions gradually stiffening. Then, as if something had suspended them by invisible strings, they floated one after another toward the heavens, vanishing into the black clouds without a trace.
"Wake up."
A majestic, icy voice rang out, rousing countless people affected by the strange power from their spiritual bewilderment.
Those who came back to their senses wore lingering looks of terror and no longer dared to glance at the sky.
The valiant man wore a purple-black robe and held a Thunder Staff. His grave gaze was fixed on the demonic clouds overhead. From within them, he sensed a terrifying power that even made his heart tremble.
Beyond its terrifying strength, his opponent's bizarre abilities also put him on high alert... He could not understand how the invading devil had lifted those hundreds of thousands of people into the sky. He had tried to stop it just now, but failed.
Could the Heavenly Evil God of Northern Wilderness Hill have escaped his seal? Lin Dong pondered inwardly.
"Hehehe... Martial Ancestor, this day next year will be your death anniversary." A sinister laugh echoed between heaven and earth.
The black clouds stretching for countless miles parted, and a tall, gaunt figure stepped out. His skin was pale, his eyes were shaped like whirlpools, and he wore a tattered gray robe.
Lin Dong's pupils constricted. Although there was only one opponent,