A large amount of cold and sinister Yin Qi surged, forming a terrifying scene in the void!
In a daze, Shen Wen'an felt as if he had been transported to an unknown space, where everything around him was grayish.
Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard a strange, hair-raising whisper coming from all directions.
Amidst the eerie whispers, there was also the continuous clatter of armor.
Following the sounds, Shen Wen'an looked around and gradually discovered ghostly soldiers in tatters, wielding swords, spears, and other weapons, charging at him swiftly from the gray mist!
These soldiers had almost indistinct forms, but their aggressive momentum was in no way inferior to the cultivator army of the Fushan Country during the second harvest.
Moreover, the number of these bizarre ghost soldiers clearly surpassed the cultivator army of Fushan Country.
In the blink of an eye, Shen Wen'an saw the space around him filled with these eerie ghost soldiers.
