Jiang Ming's voice fell, and eight figures appeared around him - indeed, eight beings of the Sixth Realm.
Six of them were scattered around.
Two were hanging high in mid-air, clearly Yin Gods.
"You're worthy of our joint efforts!" One white-haired elder spoke up.
He had an immortal appearance and exuded a sense of spring breeze, but now he looked solemn and alerted.
"Chunyang Palace, Zhang Yangzi, greetings fellow Jiang!" He bowed respectfully to Jiang Ming, "I do this on behalf of all the people in the world."
"On behalf of all the people?" Jiang Ming showed a mocking look, "Eight human powerhouses, yet you let vengeful ghosts attack cities and turn them into Ghost Chaos, and let the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain imprison humans. You have the nerve to say you are on behalf of all the people? If you can represent them, their curses can drag you down to hell."
Zhang Yangzi's mouth twitched.
