So, Tang Fei used sword techniques that traverse the Netherworld, releasing disaster with Sword Intent.
Shiiing!
Above Tang Fei's head, a long black river appeared.
It was eerie and cold, filled with Ghost Energy.
This was not water; it was the ultimate graveyard of matter and consciousness.
Inside, there were ghostly wails, the sticky collapse of flesh, the brittle sound of bones shattering, the piercing scream of souls being torn apart...
Countless incomplete skeletons climbed up from the black river, only to fall again, climbing once more, and falling once again.
They were born from the river, yet they were bound by it.
Thus, their eyes blood-red, they locked onto the only enemy present, the enemy their master had designated for them...
Whoosh...
The black river tilted forward.
The dense black aura clashed with the towering golden light, intertwining and devouring each other.
Boom!
A violent explosion resounded.
