The Slaughter God Cone pierced through space, igniting countless bizarre phenomena.
The souls of the Innate Three Clans' great army and the Fierce Beast Army, eroded and extinguished by the endless Chaos Qi, wailed miserably. Their cries—accompanying the piercing shriek of the Slaughter God Cone—composed a requiem of the Asura Blood Hell.
Leading was the Slaughter God Cone, followed by countless ghostly wails, rolling up mountains of shredded flesh and ghastly white bones, overwhelming Li Qingming.
"What a Slaughter God Cone!"
Li Qingming summoned the Qiankun Map, frantically activating it. The Bitter Bamboo rooted in Li Qingming's Dantian also emitted waves of strange fluctuations.
"Zi, Zi!"
A grating noise came from the contact between the two. The lonely ghosts didn't fade away; instead, they continued their fierce screams. They penetrated the defense of the Qiankun Map and once again burrowed towards Li Qingming.
