True Qi gradually converged, and the form of the Yinglong Dragon slowly dissipated, revealing Jiang Li's true body.
He looked up at the sky, gazing distantly at the rising Ghost Gate, his body still enveloped in golden light.
Ji Chengye was dead, and next in line was Lord Lu.
Not just him, but all the living people around Qi Mountain were now focusing on the distant sky.
Myriads of gloomy shadows howled and spiraled, converging towards the Ghost Gate with a violent momentum, like terrifying tidal waves or magnificently like rivers flowing into the sea.
Shadows from all directions converged into more than ten dark torrents, charging towards the Ghost Gate.
Within the majestic and spectacular gate, the energy of Yin Ming stirred up dark hues, and amidst them, a majestic figure was beginning to emerge, a presence that intimidated Ten Thousand Ghosts was descending.