Zhou Xun stood amid the crowd, his gaze grave as he looked into the distance. He felt an unprecedented pressure, as though the entire world had been eroded by Ghost Qi, making even breathing heavy.
He drew a deep breath and circulated his cultivation technique, mobilizing the Spirit Energy within his body to resist the erosion of Ghost Qi.
"Fellow Daoists, the ghost race is coming in force, but as long as we stand united, we will surely defend our main camp!" a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator shouted, his voice carrying across the city walls and stirring everyone's spirits.
"We swear to defend the Human Race's territory to the death!" the crowd answered in unison, their fighting spirit soaring.
Just then, a massive rift suddenly split open within the black clouds. A ghostly claw that blotted out the sky reached out from within, carrying an aura of destruction as it grabbed straight for the city wall!
"Not good! A Spirit Transformation expert of the ghost race has made a move!" someone cried out.
Zhou Xun's pupils contracted, and his heart shook violently. The power contained within that ghostly claw far exceeded his imagination. Its mere pressure made the cultivators on the wall struggle to breathe and stagger unsteadily.
At that critical moment, a dazzling golden light shot into the sky from the depths of the main camp, transforming into a gigantic seal that slammed viciously into the ghostly claw!
"Boom—!"
A world-shaking explosion resounded through the heavens. Violent energy shockwaves swept in every direction, and the defensive formation atop the walls flickered wildly as it barely withstood the aftermath.
"Senior Ji has made his move!" someone shouted excitedly.
Zhou Xun looked up and saw an Elder in golden robes standing in the air, radiating a vast, ocean-like pressure. He