The sky was as dark as ink.
Not seeing the sun in three years did not end with the launch of this double array.
The world above the water surface was still in total darkness. In the past three years, the black tide had been deeply rooted and grown stronger in the Savage Land. After leaving Blessed Fountain, cultivators of Spirit Sword Sect saw more and more powerful spirits of the dead. Thousands of armies of skeletons spread along the vast land all the way to the horizon. It was especially thicker in the direction of Spirit Sword Mountain. The road toward Spirit Sword Mountain seemed to be an impassable pass.
"... My goodness, just out of the dragon's pool and into the tiger's den."
In the three individual sword array, Ouyang Shang spoke out with emotion what was in Wang Lu and Zhang Sheng's mind.
