Chapter 1220: When Rivals Face Off, Victory Goes To the Brave
The blood mist formed from Patriarch Blacksoul’s body used his essence-blood to release the souls that he had refined over countless years of cultivation. The seemingly infinite amount of souls exploded out into the starry sky, where they transformed into an enormous mask. The mask of souls writhed, and shrill screams could be heard, as if the souls wished to consume all things to dispel their pain.
The screams they uttered could not be heard by living things; they were screams born of death, and resulted only in boundless, amorphous ripples!
The ripples spread out through the starry sky as if over the surface of water. As the rings expanded, natural laws trembled and fell into retreat. Even the will of the Mountain and Sea Realm seemed to flee from the affected area.
Gradually, a shocking image of the underworld appeared. The Yellow Springs could be seen, as well as the cycle of reincarnation, along with the images of countless evil ghosts.
More shocking than that was that behind the ghosts could be seen numerous... enormous tombs!
The tombs were all illusory, and it was almost...