The yin energy between heaven and earth surged, as if the earth had become a furnace for creating Evil Ghosts.
Time had lost all meaning at this moment.
Batches of Ghouls sprouted like rice crops growing wild, and with a swipe of the scythe, more Ghouls crawled out from the earth.
The scene grew increasingly frenzied and uncontrollable; these Ghouls lacked thought and feared not death, as if an Evil Ghost's Corpse Mountain, which had been submerged in the earth's yin soil for thousands of years, had risen up.
The rolling sea of corpses almost engulfed the shadowy figures of the Tianxi Disciples clad in their black and red sword attire.
Gradually, signs of spiritual power depletion appeared among the Disciples; the ferocity of the Ghoul army was such that any slackness meant being caught and devoured.
On the Tianxi Battlefield, aside from the Ghouls' roars, the air was filled with the screams and wails of the Tianxi Disciples.
