"I care not whether you are evil spirits or monsters; when you meet Li Chen, you'll all be scattered to the winds and obliterated!"
With a single slash of his sword, Li Chen created a dazzling arc spanning dozens of meters, transforming into a colossal wave that swept towards the thousands of undead ghosts.
In the blink of an eye, the vast Undead Army was thrown into disarray, hundreds of souls instantaneously scattered and extinguished.
Seeing this, Mon Wushang's heart was seized with terror, and he blew the Soul Summoning Song once more.
The Yin Spirits of the dead within dozens of miles, upon hearing this ancient flute sound from Nine Netherworld Hell, rushed over relentlessly like hounds catching the scent of a bone.
Being already dead souls, ignorant of what death meant, each fiercely led the charge, unrivaled in ferocity.
In a mere moment, the vast ancient hall was crowded with dense throngs of the undead, surging forward like ceaseless waves atop the ocean.
