Roar! Roar!
Before Zheng Yi could think further, the black mist churned, and in the darkness, countless resentful souls and evil ghosts rushed out, their appearances gruesome, baring fangs and brandishing claws, aiming directly at Zheng Yi.
Among them, the three Blood Warriors had transformed into Evil Ghosts, their eyes now blood-red, roaring as they attacked.
"It seems misfortune has indeed befallen us!"
Given the emergence of the Ghostly Land's prototype, it wasn't surprising that the three Blood Warriors had fallen.
Waving the White Bone Soul-Catching Banner with his right hand, Zheng Yi directed the Blood-clothed Female Ghost and her army of Ghost Soldiers, arranged in a neat formation, to meet the surging ghost tide head-on.
Due to the prototype nature of the Ghostly Land, the Blood-clothed Female Ghost and her Ghost Soldiers, all being ghosts themselves, were not significantly suppressed.
