"Are those lost souls and ghost cultivators celebrating wildly?"
Gongsun Bai'an glanced over and realized that the river was boiling simply because of the lost souls roaring excitedly underwater.
As Zuo Yongning's voice gradually grew more intense, the River of Oblivion behind him abruptly paused, and then the pitch-black river water soared into the sky, transforming into a black dragon, charging straight toward the blood moon that hung in the sky like a jade plate!
On the battlefield, after Liang Yi casually swept away the vitality of an abyss Great Cultivator with his sword, he suddenly felt his vision darken, and a hint of unease lingered in his heart.
Looking up, he wasn't the only one; all the Great Cultivators on the battlefield seemed to have the same feeling, their faces growing serious as they paused, looking around, trying to find the source of danger.
"Is there even a lunar eclipse in the game?"
