The voice was unmistakably that of the Ice Ghost Emperor, which meant the Ice Ghost Emperor had now descended.
The sky above was dim and dark.
Thunder was everywhere.
Feng'er and the others hadn't gone far yet; at this moment, they raised their heads one after another to gaze at the vortex, feeling the overwhelming pressure that made it nearly impossible to move.
"What's going on?"
Countless ghosts knelt on the ground, looking at the vortex in the sky, crying out: "Welcome, our Emperor!"
From within the vortex, a gigantic black hand suddenly reached out.
The formidable ghost power immediately stained the sky black.
Another black hand followed, stretching out.
About to pry open the entrance.
In the sky above, it looked like a mirror shattering.
From within came the roaring sound of ghosts.
Seeing this, Tang Zhong's eyes were filled with shock. No matter what, he had to stop the Ice Ghost Emperor now; he soared into the sky.
