After hearing the Armored Magical Beast's words, Hun Changqing froze for a moment, his hands pausing as well. Why did the name God's Graveyard sound so familiar? But he soon snapped out of it and addressed the beast with a cold sneer.
"Saint Qianmu was only a high-level Dou Sheng, after all. There are still people on the Dou Qi Continent stronger than him. He hardly deserves to be called a god.
"Besides, he's a dead man who passed away ten thousand years ago. Who knows whether even a scrap of his soul remains? I'd like to see what could bury me here forever. If you're only counting on yourself, save your breath!"
Hun Changqing snorted coldly at the Armored Magical Beast, then seized the Yin Soul Banner floating before him. With a sweep of his hand, boundless black mist surged out of the banner, followed by a dazzling burst of silver light.
The silver light stood at the center of the billowing black mist, then released a piercing wail like an evil ghost from hell. As that wail rang out, the blood-red eyes within the mist let out shrill roars in unison.
Those piercing roars carried Soul Power as sharp as a blade, which swept toward the Armored Magical Beast as the sound spread.
Sensing the grave threat posed by that razor-sharp Soul Power, the beast's expression shifted rapidly across its ugly, savage face, growing hideous. Rings of dark-green energy rose beneath its thick feet. Just as it was about to dodge the soul attacks, a cold voice sounded overhead.
"Formation, rise!"
As the words fell, an unparalleled chill instantly spread throughout the area shrouded in black mist, locking the Armored Magical Beast firmly in place.
Then countless Yin Demons burst from the black mist, shrieking and howling as