Not long after, a loud boom came from outside.
"!!"
The sound was almost indescribable, like the wails and cries of countless people facing death, accompanied by a piercing fluctuation that could stab through one's Divine Sense.
Just listening to it made one feel uncomfortable all over.
At the same time,
Song He looked up toward the sky—the sky, already dark, turned even darker, a rich blackness so thick it seemed ready to engulf everything.
From all directions, dark tides surged.
The entire Evil Warding Village was like an island surrounded by candlelight, as if at any moment it could be swallowed by the tides. It was like the end of the world, the sense of oppression was so strong it made breathing difficult.
Without needing to say more, Song He knew: it had begun.
He cast his gaze outside the village and ordered,
"Junior Brothers, prepare the array materials now. As soon as the first wave of the dark tide ends, we must immediately go out and construct the array."
