"Rumble!"
The sky-supporting Jianmu shook violently.
At that moment, its countless flowers, grasses, branches, and leaves converged like countless rays of sword light, slashing toward the Underworld Soldiers and Yin Generals.
They also resembled countless stars shaken loose by tremendous force, piercing the void and suppressing everything.
"Boom!"
Even the sky split beneath that strike.
Countless rays of green light blotted out the heavens and the sun, seeking to grind everything into oblivion.
"Hum!"
The mighty, flowing Netherworld River shone with blood-red light, which transformed into countless Dao inscriptions branded upon the void.
One corner of the pitch-black coffin carried by the Underworld Soldiers and Yin Generals lifted open, and blood-red light rippled out.
Strands of red hair seemed to drift down as well.
They were accompanied by the sound of mysterious scripture chanting.
The chanting was exceedingly bizarre. Wherever those Dao Patterns were branded, it could be heard, no matter the location.
It resounded through people's souls, directly affecting their minds and bodies.
Everyone who heard it felt their spiritual sense quake. Their bodies seemed no longer their own, slipping beyond their control.
Even the figures dozens of miles away trembled in unison at that moment and cried out in alarm.
But in the next instant, Other Shore Flowers bloomed one after another.
In that single instant, no fewer than several hundred people died. Some powerful Dragon Transformation cultivators and Half-Step Mighty Ones could still resist.
But those in the Dao Palace and Four Extremes realms became blood corpses almost instantly, charging up the Divine Mountain under some mysterious guidance.
"This is bad! It's the Corpse-Summoning Sutra and the Soul-Summoning Sutra!"
Hearing the chanting, Li Qingyue's expression changed drastically. The Sky-Supporting Seal in her hand trembled and hummed, shedding rays of golden light that blocked the bizarre power.
She