More than three hundred experts advanced in a mighty procession, soon reaching the territory occupied by the Eight-Armed Asura Clan.
It was an ancient mountain range shrouded in Asura blood aura.
Between the mountains stood numerous crimson stone halls, their surroundings covered in engraved Asura patterns.
From afar, the entire mountain range seemed to have transformed into an Asura battlefield.
However, the Ghost-Hunting Corps had only just arrived.
Boom!
Deep within the mountain range, powerful auras shot into the sky one after another.
Immediately afterward, large numbers of Eight-Armed Asura Clan experts flew out from the stone halls.
Clearly, the experts of the Eight-Armed Asura Clan had been waiting for them for quite some time.
Those Eight-Armed Asura Clan experts were clad in black armor, with eight crimson arms hanging behind them as Asura blood aura churned around their bodies.
From afar, they looked like a crimson tide of blood sweeping out from the depths of the mountain range.
The man at the head was none other than Xiu Wang!
Eight crimson arms hung behind him, and the terrifying pressure of the Dao-Proving Realm radiated from his body.
Behind him stood a large number of Eight-Armed Asura Clan experts.
Gui Luoyuan led the Ghost-Hunting Corps experts and stopped when he saw the Eight-Armed Asura Clan experts fly out.
At the same time, the terrifying Dao-Proving pressure on his body spread out as well, suppressing Xiu Wang's aura.
For a moment, the two sides faced each other across the air.
The Ghost-Hunting Corps was enveloped in ghostly aura that soared into the sky, forming a dense black mass.
The Eight-Armed Asura Clan, meanwhile, surged with sky-high Asura blood aura, like a Blood Cloud pressing down upon the land.
The atmosphere throughout the mountain range instantly grew tense.
Standing at the front