In the next moment, twisted shadows emerged from the ghostly blue flames, clad in white paper armor, wielding ghastly tridents, their eyes alight with blue fire, swift as lightning!
The Divine Power Seed planted by Churan had long since bloomed, and from the Xuanming Sacred Flames, Nine Netherworld Ghost Generals were born.
Their speed was terrifying.
Simultaneously as they revealed themselves, they pounced towards Jiang Wang, countless distorted silhouettes collapsing like a falling mountain, engulfing him like a descending sea in an instant!
Everything seemed to fall silent.
But in the next moment, five blazes of intense light pierced through the shadows, as a towering sword momentum suddenly erupted.
The brilliant sword light exploded like a white sun at that very spot!
The dense Nine Netherworld Ghost Generals and the bone-chilling ghostly blue flames were swept away entirely.
