Birth of the Murder Dance Troupe!

The wind was growing increasingly stronger.

The giant dragon continuously circled around in the dim grey sky.

It had uttered a long dragon roar that lasted for dozens of seconds.

The sound of music did not stop during that process.

The rhythm only grew increasingly more rapid.

Standing in the middle of the skeletons, Gu Qing Shan was performing his Dance while sweating like he was soaked by rain.

Wherever he looked at, whichever dead person he nodded his head towards, whichever mass of dead he waved his hand at, or simply glanced at for a second-------

The dead people who were charging at him would immediately let go of their weapons and blankly fall into the River of Death, only for the water to reject them and be forced to prostrate on top of it.