Han Qiu had summoned her army from the netherworld. It was formed by Half-Saint dead souls. Their Death Qi hovered in the air, forming grayish-black clouds.
If there were only a few Half-Saints or a dozen Wuchangs and Corpse Kings, the competitors present could fend them off. However, this was an entire army with thousands of Wuchangs and Corpse Kings. They crushed forward, intimidating even the top-tier figures.
"She can actually summon a dead soul army. Is she some sovereign from the netherworld?"
"This woman has a unique power. It gives me a horribly evil feeling."
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All the competitors gasped and retreated slowly.
Only Sun Dadi, still in his mode of fury, didn't retreat. His huge eyes were like lanterns. Firelight poured out as he stared at the approaching Han Qiu. "Traitor," he roared. "You finally appeared! Let's see if I can kill you."