"In the name of light..."
As the chanting resounded, the authenticity of the identities of the two Dukes of Zhen Yue seemed to have been resolved.
Yet, these followers did not cease their shooting; instead, their firepower grew fiercer. Everything that happened on this Black Snow Mountain... in their eyes, was a nightmare.
The cruelest truth in this world is that sometimes reality is often more terrifying than nightmares.
The Duke of Zhen Yue waved his hand, casting out four porcelain bowls.
Carved upon them were the sun, the moon, the stars, and clouds.
After being cast out, the four porcelain bowls vanished into the endless night of the snow mountain, seeming to coalesce into some kind of array domain at that moment.
This was a massive array that enveloped the entire Black Snow Mountain.
The blood of the two dead followers began to burn, as if becoming the fuel for some "silent ritual."
"Danger!!!"
The pendant emitted a violent warning!
