At Chen Xiaobei's roar, a giant figure of a demon appeared right above the black coffin.
"Faction Leader Chen! You haven't let me out to stretch my legs for a long time now!"
The demon's voice was deep and hoarse. Its presence was intimidating and had a bloodthirsty and ruthless air about it.
"What… What is that?" Overwhelmed by the demon's sudden alarming presence, all six of the Wangye slowed to a stop.
They would never have guessed that the voice they were hearing belonged to the Yin spirit of Ying Zhen, an Emperor of the Qin Dynasty!
"Don't worry! You'll have fun in this fight!" Chen Xiaobei smiled at the demon. "Black Dragon Riders! Formation! Kill all the enemies!"
"Kill!" The demon roared.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dark shadows began to shoot out of the demon's body like arrows.
They gathered in the air like a mass of dark clouds before the rain, blocking out the light from the sky above.
