Inside the array, only forty or so years had passed.
In the real world, more than a month had gone by.
Song Lin didn't feel particularly bored. He would return to the real world to practice martial arts and reflect when tired, help transform all the Hundred-man Generals into Yellow Turban Warriors, or strike down demons.
Within Yin Mountain.
"Roar!!"
The black tiger let out a long howl toward the heavens, surrounded by hundreds of ghosts, its demon energy surging skyward.
Boom!
Divine Thunder tore through the pitch-black night sky, dark clouds roiled, and heaven and earth trembled.
The Divine Thunder charged forward relentlessly, vaporizing the demonic energy on the surface of the black tiger demon like melting snow and ice, scattering the ghosts entirely.
The entire demonic body transformed into a glowing white sphere.
Once the radiance dissipated, only a skeleton remained where it had stood.
