Eighteen pitch-black banners shot out from beneath the desert sands, instantly swelling in the wind to become colossal banners, each one hundred zhang tall.
On the surface of each pitch-black banner, one could see numerous fierce ghostly faces, seemingly alive, issuing shrill, ghostly wails.
"A complete set of Spiritual Treasures!"
Shen Long's brows furrowed deeply.
Massive amounts of black Yin Qi gushed from the eighteen enormous black banners, each shooting out a beam of black light toward the sky.
Ghastly winds howled, with the sounds of ghosts and wolves echoing nonstop, and numerous terrifying ghostly apparitions visible.
Mo Wuya flicked his sleeve and a flying sword, flashing with blue light, shot out, brimming with spiritual energy.
He pinched a sword spell, and the blue flying sword's light surged, unraveling thousands of massive blue sword energies that swept across in every direction.
Boom after boom, large swathes of blue light soared into the sky.
