Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and the legions of Netherworld Soldiers stretched for miles on end, giving even a Daluo Golden Immortal a chilling sensation.
Qin Jun's expression grew increasingly grim, and the other powerhouses beside him felt similarly.
That was because the number of Daluo Golden Immortals in the Netherworld army had already surpassed a hundred and was still rising.
"Things are looking grim,"
Liu Chenxiang whispered, having already taken out his mountain-opening divine axe, ready for battle at any moment.
It wasn't just him; the rest had also drawn their magic treasures. Yang Chan held the Treasure Lotus Lamp, Yang Ren wielded the Divine Fire Fan, and the Zhenwu Emperor took out the Martial Snake Sword and the Black Turtle Shield.
Qin Jun stared intently into the sky. The Nether Emperor had yet to appear, and the Netherworld army, which had already emerged, showed no intention of attacking. It was clear they were awaiting the arrival of the Nether Emperor.
