Lu Changsheng didn't say much, instead, a Yin Yang Diagram Plate started spinning above his head.
A Yin Yang Hand with distinct patterns appeared from the heavenly dome, as if the sky was overturning, pressing down with an indescribable sense of oppression.
The Myriad Ghosts Blood Pool above Ming Sha True Monarch's head unfolded, as if a thousand troops appeared, attacking in unison, forming a torrent of rolling blood rushing towards the Yin Yang Hand.
At the same time, his entire Qi mechanism began to gradually merge with the Mountain Protection Array of the Yiming Ghost Sect.
"Boom!!!"
The Yin Yang Hand collided with the ten thousand ghost Dao Soldiers, the bloody torrent intertwined, bursting with endless black and white mysterious light and bloody air currents, sweeping across the world, forming a destructive shockwave, destroying everything in its path.
