The sound of hooves came from the depths of Death Valley, like several horses stamping on the ground. Lin Tian had great confidence in his spiritual sense and immediately stood up upon hearing the sound.
"Master, this king feels a familiar presence," the Sword Spirit whispered.
"What presence?" Lin Tian raised an eyebrow. Many times, this guy's senses were quite accurate.
"The aura of Death," the Sword Spirit said gravely.
Lin Tian smirked, somewhat speechless, "Don't bring foreign concepts in here. Huaxia has no Death, and Huaxia's Netherworld has no such position, only Ghost Messengers."
"It's all the same; it's just the aura of death anyway," the Sword Spirit argued.
The sound of hooves continued to approach, growing ever more numerous and dense, turning from several horses into thousands, as if a massive army was marching.
"Lin Tian, what's going on?" Miss emerged from the tent, seeing Lin Tian staring at the valley in a daze, feeling quite strange.
