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Ouyang Luo roared indignantly, "Demon Gathering Hand!" Ouyang Luo pointed his right hand at the sky, and countless skulls strangely appeared in the night sky above the plain. Those skulls whimpered and cried in the night sky with great momentum.

The black-robed man raised his head and stared at the densely packed human heads in the sky. He guessed a possibility and said with excitement in his eyes, "I know, you relied on devouring the souls of other warriors in the ancient battlefield to become powerful!" The black-robed man looked at Ouyang Luo with admiration and actually praised, "As expected of the array point I once fancied. I like your ruthlessness!"

He licked his lips and looked at Ouyang Luo with even more fervent greed.