The deformed freaks, dressed in opera costumes and painted with stage makeup, just stood there and began to sing, as if this wasn't a battlefield of life and death but a stage for drama.
Some wore flat shoes, while others strode on stilts, towering several ranks above the other freaks. In Li Huowang's eyes, this scene was no less terrifying than the evil spirits of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.
Li Huowang watched these deformed sheng, dan, jing, mo, chou with a chill running through his body, gazing at this so-called Unspeakable Army.
Just two of them had been so difficult to deal with before, and now there were this many.
Li Huowang, who once thought he had no more worthy opponents, now realized how ridiculous his previous belief had been. In this uncanny world, there were always strange things he'd never seen before!
Li Huowang tilted his head slightly, looking at the Da Qi people behind him and seeing their confident, indignant faces, a bitter taste welled up in his heart.
