The night was pitch-black, and not even the divine starlight could be seen. Suddenly, the Yama Dragon streaked across the dark firmament, its wings perfectly spread out like two heavenly scythes, touching the horizon!
"Kao-owwwwwwwww!"
Another ferocious roar came. The sinister force attacked, and Zhu Minglang, standing on this pitch-black land where one couldn't see their own hand in front of them, suddenly saw millions of ghost soldiers with green faces and sharp fangs surging toward him. The sight was horrifying, enough to make one's scalp tingle with fear!
Zhu Minglang quickly used his divine sense, emitting a flash of godly light. When his gaze returned to where the sinister force was coming from, the millions of ghost soldiers had vanished into thin air, replaced by nothing more than a dense marshland of sinister tides!