"General's Tomb…"
Zhang Kui's face was somber, with malice in his eyes.
This scene was so similar to that day. Those honest faces resurfaced in his mind, only now the old friends had turned to bones.
The world was dim, and ghostly qi was pervasive. The haunting, desolate war song seemed to be lamenting ancient grievances.
At the center of the massive Yin Army, a shadow shrouded in black smoke appeared exceptionally tall, seemingly dozens of meters high.
Even with the Cave Abyss Skill activated, he could only vaguely see the strange feather robe under the black smoke and the blood-red eyes, as cold as millennia-old ice.
The young girl beside him was clearly a bit frightened, trembling all over, trying her best to restrain her aura.
But the target of the General's Tomb was clearly not them.
