Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

The Thunderfire Ascendant let out a cold laugh, the Thunder Spear in his hand radiating destructive power, ready to be unleashed.

This strike of his would break mountains and destroy temples, the entire Daluo Alliance’s Mountain Gate Defense would be utterly annihilated, with no power left to resist.

And the Alliance Army would advance with unstoppable force, the collapse of the Daluo Alliance, this emerging Purple Mansion power, would be inevitable.

As the final moment was about to arrive, the Thunderfire Ascendant focused completely, the Mjolnir in his hand like a Celestial Punishment, ready to break through and be thrown.

At this moment, some people sensed something was wrong, abruptly raised their heads, and looked at the sky.

Many people only then realized that above the initially turbulent mountains where the Daluo Alliance was located, the sky suddenly grew oppressive. Endless dark clouds drifted in from nowhere, quickly covering the entire mountain range.

The thick dark clouds, like mountains, pressed the sky down, a terrifying pressure rushed down like a tide, and instantly, the entire mountain range felt an overwhelming and unresistible oppression.

At the same time, a cold light flashed in the eyes of the Thunderfire Ascendant, the Mjolnir in his hand, originally ready to be unleashed, suddenly dissipated without fully activating.

Because at this moment, a bone-piercing cold intention surged forth, like ice water extinguishing the fiery battle intent in his heart.

He felt an unprecedented, huge sense of crisis surging in his heart, a strong sense of foreboding he hadn’t felt in a long time, an invisible force from the Netherworld locked onto him.

If he forcibly made this strike, the Daluo Alliance’s Mountain Gate Defense would indeed collapse, but immediate grave danger would follow, leading to his own fatal blow.

This fatal crisis, stemming from the Purple Mansion’s Innate Spiritual Sense, quietly quelled his originally high fighting spirit.

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Whoosh whoosh!

The world changed color, a gloomy wind howled, and a huge black passage was torn open in the clear sky, carrying waves of terrifying gloomy wind and immense Evil Qi, surging towards this land.

"The Netherworld King is out patrolling, idle people retreat, Ghost Soldiers borrow the path, Ten Thousand Spirits avoid!"

A vast and long voice seemed to echo from the deepest part of hell, making everyone in the Alliance Army present feel an unprecedented sense of foreboding emerging from deep within their hearts.

It seemed as if some incredible presence was peering out from within, while the Thunderfire Ascendant, who had previously gathered a large amount of purple thunder, now quietly dissipated all the thunder power, staring intently at the massive passage unfolding from the depths of darkness.

For a moment, no one knew what was happening, everyone raised their heads, eyes widened, staring at everything unfolding, waiting...

Boom boom!

From deep within the dark passage, a gigantic silhouette suddenly appeared, like the shadow of a giant, reflected in the eyes of many cultivators. The terrifying Evil Qi gathered upon it made people gasp and secretly speculate in their hearts.

Where on earth did this monster crawl out from?!

The first to walk out of the dark passage was naturally the Blood Robe Ghost King, nearly four zhang tall, holding a massive Nine-tailed Ghost King Banner high.

Wherever it passed, the gloomy wind howled, Evil Qi soared, and in the shaking black mist, roars seemingly from Evil Ghosts resounded with earth-shattering volume.

Amidst the rolling dark mist, terrible evil ghosts and demon fiends could vaguely be seen overturning the heavens and the sea, the area transforming into a dreadful zone of evil ghosts.

Subsequently, the massive Five Ghosts Soul Lifting Palanquin slowly emerged from the darkness.