Darkness spreads, covering the skies over New City.
The Ghostly Realm is eerie, with shadows emitting harrowing screeches.
In the next moment, darkness descends, covering the land of New City.
The group of people from the Central Continent turned pale; they anticipated disaster, but didn't expect it to come so quickly.
Almost simultaneously, countless shadows attacked, some cultivators who didn't retreat in time were immediately engulfed by the darkness.
Sparks rose constantly within the shadows, climbing up to the sky.
This was the scene of souls being pulled into the array.
As the shadows receded, the engulfed cultivators had already turned into ashes.
"Ascend quickly!"
Someone couldn't help but shout, but what followed was a barrage of attacks from the dense group of cultivators above their heads.
Facing such a group of cultivators was like a tiger among sheep for the cultivators walking the Dao, with every move bringing wanton slaughter.
