Boom, boom, boom, boom.
The booming of drums came from ahead, growing ever more rapid, as though hundreds upon thousands of people were beating them.
Ye Han's expression abruptly grew grave. In this accursed place, the stranger something was, the more dangerous it would be.
He immediately formed hand seals and chanted an incantation. With a point of his finger, runes spun amid a tremor of spirit light, and his figure vanished silently into space.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The astonishing drumbeats thundered and shook the air. Synchronized footsteps sounded from ahead, where gray-black mist and surging auras billowed ceaselessly, accompanied by that perfectly uniform tread.
An astonishing sight appeared.
At the front were eight Buddha cultivators with four arms and gray-blue skin, looking like undead beings. Each wore a Skull Drum before his chest and held four drumsticks in his four hands, beating the drum with thunderous booms.
Behind the eight Buddha cultivators in the canyon were sixteen equally four-armed, immensely burly gray undead Buddha cultivators, carrying huge wooden poles with an enormous sedan chair between them. Seated upon it was an exquisite female Buddha cultivator with an extraordinarily alluring figure. Bells covered her body, a Dharma Crown rested on her head, and she wore a string of Buddhist Beads made entirely of skulls. Her head was bald, without a single hair.
As the Buddha cultivators carrying the sedan chair rose and fell with their steps, the bells on the female Buddha cultivator swayed along, giving off crisp, melodious chimes.
Behind them followed more Buddha cultivators in orderly ranks, holding Soul-Summoning Banners, flags, and Buddhist magic artifacts.
What kind of procession was this?
It was truly bizarre.
Suddenly, the female Buddha cultivator snapped her eyes open. Beneath eyelashes far longer than any ordinary person's, a terrifying glimmer of blood-red