At this moment, a formidable psychic force throbbed through the array barrier and invaded directly into the heart of the Ruthless Old Demon.
"What!?"
The Ruthless Old Demon felt his spirit tremble as his complexion changed drastically.
The very instant his Nascent Soul leaped into the air, he saw between the dark heavens above the ravine, a chariot roaring forth, drawn by countless wailing vengeful souls, rolling in with momentum as booming as thunder, echoing from east to west, resounding in all directions.
The White Bone Chariot led by ferocious ghosts surrounded by black Yin Thunder, its thunderous echoes shocking to the core, and behind it were numerous white bone claws holding up a white bone throne, radiating an imposing aura that subdued both ghosts and demons.
