The pitch-black carriage carried an eerie aura as it emerged from the darkness. With every leap of the three black horses at the front, the bells on the carriage swayed incessantly, their chimes sounding like a harbinger of death, chilling everyone to the bone.
In its presence, the world fell utterly silent.
The Ghost Carriage!
In an instant, these four words surfaced in everyone's minds. In the Martial World, what else could possess such terrifying magic, if not the Ghost Carriage?
If the appearance of the Ghost Carriage brought unease and despair, then the other half of the sky was filled with a majestic righteousness, where all sinister plots and wicked spirits would be shattered by this righteous energy!
Amidst the radiant splendor, an exceptionally burly figure strode forward and delivered a punch toward the Ghost Carriage. A hand extended from within the carriage as well. It was a pale, emaciated hand that seemed powerless, yet it firmly held back the punch.
