A wonder falling down from heaven! A boy possessed by strange blood! Gods tremble! Demons flee! A boy from the land of Dong Zhou. A pink skull as his sworn friend until death. A story of a determined warrior struggling for power. A legend that shakes the galaxy and disturbs the worlds of god, demon and man.
Yan Luo heaved out a long, piercing battle shriek high-pitched enough to buzz Shi Mu's eardrum.
The army around her was instantly galvanized! It was as if these soldiers, summoned via the Fallen Angel Desk, had received the same command without fault and charged towards the golden Jiao dragon, Ao Zu, in the middle.
At once, zombies, spartois and all kinds of undead creatures, jampacked in spaces, flooded towards Ao Zu like a water broke out of a levee. It was both magnificent and terrifying to look at the same time.
A look of surprise crossed the golden Jiao dragon's expression, but it did not back away either—instead, it trashed its body like a serpent as it charged towards the legion of undead.
Psssch!