"Hehe!" The Old Ghost laughed in his rage, his shadowy eyes shooting out grim cold light through his scattered hair, quite terrifying.
"Chen Yuan, you're overestimating yourself. Though your Divine Skills and combat power are unparalleled, single-handedly challenging the Heavenly People, indeed impressive, do you think the world fears you? That's truly laughable."
"Do you think this Big Formation of the old man is prepared for whom?"
"This is a battlefield, not a place for you alone to commit acts of individual heroism at will. I can't stop you, but you can't stop the old man from turning your troops into blood water."
As these words filled with viciousness fell, the heaven and earth erupted with a chilly wind. Only to see the Yin Mansion beneath him releasing an overwhelming dark mist, suddenly surged like boiling ink, shooting skyward, covering the battlefield and blocking the sun's light.
