One by one, the golden Rocs collided with the thick black artillery fire, exploding into a sky full of bright flames and light.
The blood-stained Rocs suddenly solidified into drops of golden Divine Blood and returned to the Divine Bones of the birds.
"Hiss! Sizzle!"
Upon the lustrous white bones, threads of golden electricity moved about, merging into the golden Divine Blood, seemingly bestowing new spiritual consciousness upon each drop of Divine Blood.
Soon, new golden Rocs flapped their wings and emerged, continuing to intercept the incoming ash.
Below the void, on a warship that was unlike the vessels of the Purgatory World and entirely black, stood many members of the Ghost Clan.
They were dressed in luxurious attire, and some even held exquisite glass vessels, as if savoring fine wine, exuding an extraordinary temperament.
"How could the Ghost Clan have come from the Fifth Realm to this place?"
