"The greatest skill of the Meng family was bowing down..."
As Hu Ma watched the Second Young Master Meng kowtow, the Borrowing Soldiers Token ignited, and an indescribable pressure fell upon him.
On the left, the mountain split open, accompanied by the sounds of a world collapsing. Row upon row of ghost soldiers, with yellow talisman paper on their faces, burst from the ground. The malevolent aura was overwhelming, sinister and terrifying, with such density that it almost became a tangible flood.
Shima Town seemed minuscule in front of this overwhelming yin qi. The flickering lights of the town looked as if made of paper.
Yet for Hu Ma, the most terrifying thing was the Second Young Master Meng kowtowing in front.
He appeared to have turned into a shriveled piece of human skin, but suddenly, it was as if an invisible wind filled him. Slowly, he straightened his body again, still with his back facing Hu Ma, but he felt entirely different from before.
