The night sky of the Xuanxiao Continent was torn apart by dark clouds. Above the mountain gate, the members of the Sword Alliance stood in formation, ready for battle, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.
The Netherworld King strode forward amidst a sea of blood mist, followed by countless resentful dead souls crawling out from the Netherworld. The sound of wailing ghosts surged like a tidal wave, causing even the stars to dim.
Lin Xinghe stood at the vanguard of the formation, her white robes whipping wildly in the fierce gale.
Chapter 176