The World Needed Light

In the Dark Cosmos.

Countless Fierce Ghosts poured madly out of Hell's Gate.

The experts of the Heaven and Immortal Two Palaces and the Four Great God Races were all desperately holding them back.

Even Chu Feng, the Sword Holder, was surrounded by countless Fierce Ghosts.

"Bastard!"

Chu Feng roared and slashed with his sword, annihilating an unknown number of Fierce Ghosts.

But as soon as he finished killing them, countless more Fierce Ghosts immediately swarmed around him. There was simply no end to them.

Chen Yao spread the six wings behind him, radiating holy light from his entire body. Any Fierce Ghost that touched the holy light immediately vanished into ashes.

Yet those Fierce Ghosts continued charging forward like a death squad.

Meanwhile, Sheng Wenjie, Lin Mengmeng, Zhao Yiling, Little Fox, and Qian Wanyang very shamelessly hid beneath the holy light.

Chen Yao's forehead was covered in sweat. "I can't hold on much longer!"

Qian Wanyang hurriedly called out, "Chen Yao, you have to hold on! Boss will be back soon!"

Sheng Wenjie and the others nodded repeatedly, clenching their fists as they cheered Chen Yao on.

Chen Yao smiled bitterly. Although changing bodies had raised his cultivation to the Martial Saint level, how long could a single Martial Saint possibly hold out against this many Fierce Ghosts!?

"Roar..."

Just when everyone felt certain they were doomed, dragon roars suddenly rang out one after another.

Everyone turned to look and saw ten thousand-meter-long golden dragons flying over from afar.

Behind them, they were pulling an incomparably luxurious giant carriage.

At the sight of such a shocking procession, everyone's hearts trembled.

"Who's that!?"

"Probably the Supreme of the Demon Realm!"

"Isn't this procession a little too extravagant!?"

"Yeah! He's actually using ten giant dragons to pull his carriage. This is