"Fortunately, the three of us are here; otherwise, even if one were missing, it would be difficult to slay this man." Wang Qi exhaled deeply, his back already drenched in sweat.
"Slay!?"
Suddenly, a faint mocking laughter emerged from within the pale firelight, carrying a hint of scorn.
Wang Qi, Ge Changfeng, and Qiu Wanmian's expressions changed abruptly. Their eyes widened, staring intensely at the surging flames, watching the figure emerging from them.
"How can this be…"
Buzz...
Red light surged around Ge Shuangxiu, spreading out in all directions.
The shadow behind him grew ever terrifying, born of boundless slaughter, an embodiment of ferocious stars descended to the mortal world as demons, wielding weapons of doom, annihilating the living, with Yakshas bowing their heads and the Ghost King clearing the path, mastering the art of killing across Three Mountains and Five Peaks.
