The patterns were formed from blood essence, crimson and stabbing to the eye, radiating a breath of grim resolve and sorrow.
All the old Cultivators participating in the Array sat down cross-legged at the same time, both hands forming the thunder seals secretly passed down by their various sects, chanting ancient, obscure Thunder Spells.
Their Daoist robes billowed without wind, the Gang Qi around them like burning candles, crazily surging toward the Array Map.
Rumble—!
Not coming from the Nine Heavens, but from the depths of the earth that had been befouled by the Evil God's power!
The muffled yet violent thunder sounded as if the Earth Veins were roaring.
Strands of Yin Thunder, dark in hue yet containing the Supreme Yang and Strong Power of Evil Breaking, burst forth from the blood-colored Array Map like ferocious dragons imprisoned for ten thousand years suddenly breaking through the soil!
Chi chi chi—!
