"Exit the city, form the formation." The voice was terrifyingly calm.
On the walls of Qingzhou City, over two hundred Talisman Masters leapt out without hesitation, landing in front of the city gate, and in front of them were the oncoming Ghost Gods!
Chen Shi's scalp tingled; those Ghost Gods, towering several hundred feet high, had strength comparable to the Three Corpses Realm and Returning Void Realm masters!
With such a group of Ghost Gods charging in, how could these Talisman Masters survive?
He didn't care much, reached for the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, flew out, and shouted, "I'll lend you a hand!"
He felt a tragic resolve, prepared for death, thinking, "I've dared not offend the Wan Family, nor the Thirteen Families, living in frustration for decades, but today, I shall be a man!"
