Zhuang Liangru only felt darkness over his head, and the scene before his eyes shifted, bringing him into the midst of the Senluo Ghost Domain.
The air was filled with blood mist, and nine White Bone Mountains stood erect, covered with the bones of unknown creatures. Thousands of Yin Souls perched atop the mountains, their cold, twisted bodies densely packed, making the mountains appear as if they had come to life, eerie and terrifying.
Beneath the Bone Mountains, a Netherworld River flowed quietly, its waters murky and bottomless, with a small boat crossing back and forth, yet no living person could be seen on board.
"Formation! No, this is a ghost array constructed by the Soul Summoning Banner, a Million Soul Banner level?"
Zhuang Liangru's face turned deathly pale in an instant; he recognized the origin of the Soul Summoning Banner but felt even more desperate.
Because with a Soul Banner of this level, even at his peak, he couldn't be sure he could break through it.
