Everyone looked towards Wu Xia with solemn expressions on their faces.
Wu Xia's face had already turned deathly pale.
He had made several trips from Japan and back, and now this thing suddenly appeared, it seemed to be Orochi's handiwork.
"This is the power of the soul!"
Wu Xia clenched his teeth, that Orochi which had cultivated for tens of thousands of years possessed such a tremendous aura and power of soul, it was simply incredibly formidable.
The entire island of Japan was enveloped by this aura.
A chill, icy breath locked onto Wu Xia and the others.
"Roar!"
Another roar burst forth towards the sky.
The enormous light screen became even more solidified.
Everyone in Japan knelt on the ground, worshipping in the direction of Mount Fuji.
That was their guardian god, they were praying for protection.
As the people worshipped, the light screen in the sky solidified further, its robustness could even be felt with the naked eye.
"Look, it's starting to rain outside!"
