With a million-strong army behind him, Lu Qingshan appeared composed and confident.
Standing before the crowd, Lu Qingshan's black hair danced in the wind, and the sword's edge glimmered with a red hue.
He surveyed the Otherworldly Ghosts, freshly resurrected from beneath the lake, and his gaze finally settled on the King of the Otherworldly Ghosts before he swung his hand downward.
The Qingshan Army surged forward like a black tide, charging at the Otherworldly Ghosts.
"How is this possible?" The King of the Otherworldly Ghosts stared at the advancing Qingshan Army, unable to comprehend, "How can your Human Race possess such formidable strength?"
This was beyond his understanding.
"Now," Lu Qingshan wasn't about to explain much and merely asked teasingly, "What will you do?"
"In this situation, do you have any more tricks?"
These were the exact words the King of the Otherworldly Ghosts had used to taunt him when they had previously held an overwhelming advantage.
