Xuanyu City.
This floating city standing in the void resounded with wails piercing into the heavens.
The sinister and horrifying sound sent shivers down one's spine.
Within the Heavenly Master's Dojo stood eight towering five-colored ritual altars.
Tianhe stood at the center, muttering incantations under his breath.
Essence formed from blood flew outward, attaching itself to the Ghost King and merging into its body.
Greenish soul energy emerged, manifesting eerie, fearsome Ghost Soldiers.
"Not enough, more... I need more."
Tianhe's eyes brimmed with killing intent as he glanced at his subordinates carrying out his orders.
"Yes, Heavenly Master!"
Having experienced countless betrayals from his followers, Tianhe had completely lost faith in this group of people.
