Ten Thousand Ghosts howled, countless ghostly shadows bombarded Heavenly Master Zhang's divided Dragon and Tiger, continuously dispersing their forms.
Even with the support of Heavenly Master Zhang's True Qi, it was merely a drop in the bucket, unable to fully restore the Dragon and Tiger. Not to mention, he also had to counter the Ghostly Energy assaulting the seal.
In such a plight, Heavenly Master Zhang could be said to be completely at a disadvantage.
However, at this moment, the ones facing a formidable enemy were not Heavenly Master Zhang, but rather the Ten Kings of Netherworld Palace, who occupied the upper hand.
The Wind Tiger and Cloud Dragon suddenly scattered, transforming into shapeless Feng Yun. In the sky, three swirls began to take shape.
An endless, terrifying aura permeated, the beings or objects behind these three swirls bringing a strong sense of danger to the Ten Kings.
However, just as the swirls were about to take form, they suddenly collapsed.
"Pardon!"
