Open Battle with the Reincarnators and an Unexpected Discovery of the Dark Alliance's Secrets

The two turned to look.

They saw a man standing in midair, with black hair, black eyes, and a black mask covering his face. He was not heavily built, but his body exuded a powerful sense of strength.

He carried a huge, dirty brown sack on his back. Ghostly shadows were streaming out of it, hovering in every direction and densely filling the sky and ground.

"Heh." Zhang Jing sneered. "All show and no substance. Could all those low-level Yin entities together withstand a single strike from the Restricting Formation?"

He had barely finished speaking.

A terrifying pressure spread like an invisible membrane, enveloping the surroundings.

An ancient figure appeared behind Jiang Chen, wearing a mask and a black python-patterned robe. His two broad sleeves hung before him as he stood with his hands clasped, without a word.

Zhang Jing's sneer froze on his face.

Jiang Tian drew a deep breath. A Secret-Pattern Forged Blade appeared in her hand, as long as her forearm and quite extraordinary. But rather than pointing its edge forward, she held it before her chest in a defensive stance.

A Five-Step King!

And judging by that deep, unfathomable aura, he might already have reached the very end of the Fifth Step.

Someone of this level could slaughter Reincarnators whose strength had yet to recover to the King Realm at will.

Both their hearts sank to rock bottom.

Then Zhang Jing glanced at the ghostly shadows around them, seemingly struck by a thought. "To command so many Ghost Creatures, are you from the Ghost Refining Sect?"

Jiang Chen glanced at him. "You know a thing or two."

Zhang Jing had still been frowning, but those words immediately put him at ease. He clasped his hands behind his back. "That explains it. I am an old acquaintance