On the Qianling Plain some three hundred miles west of Zhao Family City, an intense battle was raging fiercely.
The clear sky was a washed canvas, as far as the eye could see, thousands of ferocious and twisted ghostly blue Bone Claws filled the view, layer upon layer, as if they were endless.
The source of the ghostly blue Bone Claws was none other than a ghastly pale man in Bone Armor hovering in the midair above.
With an indifferent gaze and an expressionless face, the man formed hand seals continuously, above his head hung a dull Yellow Mud Vase, from which countless ghostly blue Bone Claws surged crazily, lunging like living creatures at the figures below.
Meanwhile, two figures were desperately surrounded by the surging Bone Claws, struggling to dodge and fiercely repel the sky full of Bone Claws, their situation precarious.
