"Kill!"
"Kill all those bastards!"
The shouts became louder and louder. Together, they shook the sky.
"What's going on?"
The cultivators became more and more confused. They rushed out of the hall and, when they looked around, could not help but be stunned.
Countless balls of light rushed up from all directions.
They were the souls of the Kunlun sect disciples that had died in the last battle.
Their expressions were mournful, and they were screaming maniacally.
It was an extremely spectacular scene!
"What? How could there be so many ghosts?"
The cultivators were shocked.
"The blood of the Kunlun sect can not be shed in vain!"
The ghosts floated in the air and shouted.
In the main hall, Tang Hao stood up. The golden light in his eyes gradually spread until both of his pupils turned golden.
