A foul wind swept across the wasteland, accompanied by the weeping of ghosts and howling of wolves, which mingled with an ominous, malevolent aura to shroud the area in a thick, ash-gray haze.
Bizarre rocks were piled into grotesque, ghostly shapes, their various-sized apertures exuding a gloomy and sinister chill. It felt as though a monster might crawl out from them at any moment.
Yet right here, in a place as commonplace as the Myriad Evil Dharma Arena, a grand array set by a master formation wizard had been silently torn open.
Chapter 507