Boom!
Xiao Ye only felt an immense crisis descending upon him, as countless ghosts lunged towards him. He couldn't help but throw his head back and roar, pushing his strength to the peak. Four King Realms emerged in unison, suppressing everything, as he sought to break through the ghostly encirclement.
That dazzling light temporarily illuminated the surroundings.
One could see figures with long black hair all over their bodies, holding weapons, surrounding Xiao Ye completely, both from the sky and the ground. Each of their expressions was extremely dull, as if only knowing to carry out some kind of command, meanwhile producing sharp and piercing screams from their mouths, similar to the terrible cries of wailing children.
These Martial Artists seemed like Yin Soldiers bursting out from Hell, coming in vast numbers to kill Xiao Ye, or to drag him into Hell to become one of them.
"This..."
