"Haha! Wu Yi, here I come!"
Winds surged, clouds roiled, and Ao Jie's gleeful laugh echoed from all directions.
Torrential rain poured, Divine Thunder rumbled and rolled.
Countless bolts of lightning crashed down, annihilating everything within a hundred-mile radius.
The mortal villages disintegrated into ashes in an instant.
At the same time, countless ghastly blue-skinned yakshas, red-skinned yakshas, hundred-foot ghost kings, multi-headed hungry ghosts, and other spectral entities enveloped the entire sky.
Frigid demonic qi seeped out, and ghostly wisps floated up from the corpses of the villagers.
The ground trembled, as countless earth dragons, formed by earth energy, surged upwards.
Ao Jie, the Yin King, and Taisu all struck simultaneously.
Cultivators battled cultivators, mortals fought mortals.
Ultimately, it was nothing more than a facade, a thin veil of propriety.
