บท 1077: Meeting

There was an army formed by evil spirits and corpses on the ground. They stretched into the horizon, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.

Some of them could already form solid bodies, meaning they reached the Wuchang level. Some of the corpses were Half-Saint generals and rode on beast corpses. They held eerily white bone spears and emanated icy auras.

The bone dragon under Han Qiu spiraled up and spat out blue-brown fog. Its long tail was made of connected bone. It swayed lightly and hit a thousand-meter-high pile of sand.

Thud!

The pile of sand exploded. A Beast King was probably this strong as well.

This mere branch of the ghost army could give Han Qiu enough power to counter an ancient sect in the Blue Dragon Void World.

Han Qiu's eyes were eerie as she stared at Huang Yanchen. "It's not too late for you to surrender."

Whoosh—