The mist was torn apart by an unseen hand.
A figure, stepping heavily, broke through the thick fog and entered the Great Xuan Army's battlefield.
They were clad in a set of pitch-black Southern Barbarian armor, scarred with battle damage, thick and ancient in style, and menacing.
Beneath the helmet was the cold, hard face of a Japanese Samurai, his gaze hollow and indifferent.
In his hand, he held a long, sharp tachi, its blade surrounded by visible black Sha Qi.
The Sha Qi twisted and coiled, faintly solidifying into countless agonizing, howling skulls' shadowy outlines, writhing on the armor's surface like living creatures.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Every step on the frozen, rocky beach left a deep crater, the shattered stones silently reduced to powder.
"Kamiyamafuji God?"
An experienced Lao Mountain Taoist frowned and said, "I've heard it's the Military God of Japan! The Daluo Law Realm is indeed cracked!"
