"Stop pretending to be ghosts and deities here!"
Witch Moon's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, a very bad premonition arising in his heart.
The warhorses became increasingly restless, as if they had encountered something terrifying.
"Young Master! Something is not right."
Kendrick Hawthorne slowly closed his eyes, listening intently to the sounds around him.
"It's like there is... an army of thousands, even ten thousands..."
When he reopened his eyes, his face was deathly pale.
"Julius Reed, what trick are you playing!"
Witch Moon couldn't stay calm any longer.
He clutched his long saber and spurred his warhorse on!
But the warhorse didn't move and became more restless.
The ground shook more and more violently.
"Weren't you asking me with what I would contend with your Ghost Valley?"
Julius Reed pointed behind him, "With these! I can obliterate your Ghost Valley a hundred times over!"
The next moment!
The distant area lit by the headlights of a speeding car.
