"Summon all the ghosts and gods!" Therefore, He Chuan wanted to reform and not be scattered like before. Thinking of this, he called Jiang Ming and the others.
The main hall of Changle Palace.
Demonic clouds surged in the sky, and the cold wind whistled.
There were many ghosts and gods standing below.
Flying Yakshas, Iron Vultures, Flying Zombies, Thousand-Eyed Taisui… There were all kinds of strange demons.
Mortals who came here would probably be assimilated by the Yin energy before they could even be scared to death.
The ghosts and gods spoke different languages, but they could understand each other.
Clear footsteps sounded, and He Chuan's figure appeared in front of everyone.
Divine Ghost quieted down and looked at the new Palace Master respectfully.
Demons respected strength. He Chuan had already proven his strength, so there was no need to establish his might.