The Ghost Sect warriors swiftly pressed down to the foot of the mountain, and waves of inner strength roared forth, causing the entire Chessboard Mountain to shake violently.
On Chessboard Mountain, the martial artists witnessing this scene all had grave expressions.
At this moment, Na Cheng's face was ugly to the extreme. He felt that his dignity had been utterly stripped away.
Earlier, he had assured everyone that the Ghost Sect Master had promised, as long as no one opposed the Ghost Sect, their safety would be guaranteed.
But shortly after his words, the Ghost Sect launched the Nine Heavens Thunder Array and a large-scale assault, clearly intending to annihilate the hidden sects.
"Chang Wuya! Na Cheng and you are not under the same sky!" Na Cheng clenched his fist, his gaze solemn as he looked at the Ghost Sect warriors below the mountain.
"Everyone..." Ding Fan once again stood before the crowd. "I trust you all should now believe what I've said."
