Hummm——!
It was as if the whole world was humming.
A peculiar and unsettling aura radiated from Yang Zhen, merging with the monstrous swarm of Death Zy that obscured the sky behind him.
Everyone was looking at Yang Zhen in shocked bewilderment, their eyes full of horror.
"Damn it! What do you think you're doing?" Old Ghost Qi's face was stricken with rage as he glared at Yang Zhen. His fire dragon roared and bared its fangs even more ferociously, barking at the heavens.
Lu Qiju also wore a stunned expression, with fire waves rising around him, matching the intensity of Old Ghost Qi.
Both men, as powerful practitioners in the Mahayana Phase, felt as insignificant as insects amidst the swarm of Death Zy that darkened the sky.
Those on the ground, and those on the flying ship, were all staring at Yang Zhen in fear, their eyes reflecting disbelief.
Yang Zhen, with endless Death Zy as his backdrop, was like a demon king, radiating a terror that was almost unbelievable.
