How vast is this black tide of resentful souls and ghosts gathering many evil thoughts? Is it really infinitely powerful?

Dou Zhao's hand holding the knife tightened.

A long and narrow crack in the sky opened vertically in the black tide

It was submerged again in an instant, and there was still no end in sight.

This is as powerful as a mountain or an ocean.

Even he, Dou Zhao, looked small in comparison.

In moments like this...

Lying beneath the feet are the corpses of Mao people. What is faintly behind is the unknown of the central mountain.

The black snow in the sky looks like a waterfall, and the black tide surges in front of me.

He stood alone in front of this winding mountain road, as if he was alone in the world.
Chapter completed!