As Liu Yuansong muttered incantations, the blood glow on his longsword surged like a volcanic eruption.
In the dazzling yet sinister light, the faces of countless evil ghosts and vengeful spirits emerged.
Their faces were extremely distorted.
Hatred and resentment intertwined in their eyes, gleaming ominously.
They bared their fangs and brandished their claws, letting out hair-raising screams.
It was as if they wanted to unleash all the world's fears.
These vengeful spirits seemed to carry endless pain and anger.
They were eager to drag everything in front of them into the endless abyss of Hell.
"Die!"
Liu Yuansong slashed his sword fiercely, and instantly, the blood glow transformed into tangible blood shadows.
These shadows resembled Yakshas, each figure tall and mighty, with bulging muscles, as if they were fearsome demons from Hell.
