On the arena.
With the Nine Dragon Fire Shield protecting him, Wang Qian immediately seized the opportunity to approach, eyes filled with both caution and intense killing intent.
"Yin Wind Roars!"
Wang Qian shouted lowly!
Woo woo——
The eerie and desolate sound of ghostly cries echoed in the heart.
It was as if everyone were under the eighteen layers of Hell, surrounded by the sounds of wailing ghosts and howling wolves.
In an instant, layers of tangible black wind rose from beneath Wang Qian's feet, gradually engulfing his whole body, making his form indistinguishable.
Yet, amidst the swirling black wind, ghastly ghost faces appeared and vanished, emitting ear-piercing ghostly sounds!
Sizzle!——
The area covered by the black wind saw ancient bronze underfoot emit corrosive white smoke.
A chilling wind spread steadily throughout the surroundings.
