In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the heart of the battlefield.
Now that he was closer, he could clearly see a hundred-zhang-wide sword energy that continuously emitted scorching sunlight, incinerating and destroying everything that drew near.
Not far away, thousands of ghost creatures howled and gathered, forming a thick dark cloud. Gusts of black wind swept through, bringing to mind the term "wails of ghosts and howls of gods."
Behind the hordes of ghost creatures, a hundred-zhang-tall giant shadow dressed in an emperor's garb sat calmly atop the dark cloud.
At this moment, the shadow was exhaling dense black smoke, wrapping up numerous ghost creatures and turning them into wave after wave of tides, constantly crashing towards the sword energy.
As soon as the two forces approached, the shadowy ghost creatures were instantly incinerated by the sword energy.
But after incineration, the sword energy dimmed a notch, clearly having consumed a fair amount of its power.
