1598 The Power of a Massacre (1/2)
The voice had come from above the dangling coffin. Grim and hoarse, as if it belonged to the fiercest demon of the underworld, and it was giving off a cold, bloodthirsty aura.
Everyone's gaze shifted to the where the voice came from.
A smoldering, black smog was spilling out of the coffin.
Under the bidding of a mysterious power, the smog gradually condensed, forming a shadow of sorts, which subsequently climbed out of the coffin.
The shadow was the silhouette of a human, but it was gigantic – about a few meters tall!
There were horns protruding from its head which were paired to an ominous looking face. Its body was well furnished with sharp edged boulders, and adorned with claws and teeth as sharp as daggers!
The shadow stooped above the coffin and looked down at the people like a king overseeing his subjects.
A Chinese proverb said: 'When the king is angry, the body count would be in the millions'. When the shadow appeared, a harrowing wrath descended upon the people below. If any being dared anger it even in the slightest, they would surely be killed mercilessly.
”How scary…” Long Zishan frowned, standing protectively over Liu Xuanxin by instinct. ”I have never seen such a frightening evil spirit before!”
”No!” Chen Xiaobei shook his head. ”This is not a pure evil spirit, this is a demon that has fallen into the deepest and darkest abyss!”
”It addressed itself as 'king'! Could it be The Qin Dynasty Emperor Ying Zheng?” Six-Eared Macaque asked.
”It's very likely!” Xiangyu said. ”Ying Zheng was poisoned by the Jade Emperor and his resentment for him ran deep! After he died, he did not enter the underworld but gave up reincarnation, sacrificed his heart to evil desires and eventually became a vengeful evil spirit! After thousands of years in this ungodly place, his evil spirit had grown and festered until it became this disturbing demon!”
Chen Xiaobei's chest suddenly tightened.
”Everyone, gather in your groups and don't separate from one another! If this dark demon is The Qin Emperor Ying Zheng, his loyal 10,000 Black Dragon Riders will be here in any minute!”
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Lo and behold, just as Chen Xiaobei had finished speaking, tens of thousands of black shadows shot out of the demon's body like arrows.
They hovered above the people's heads like giant dark clouds.
”Kill!” The deafening roar of the demon shook the place, and the ominous black fog above the cloud immediately dispersed, revealing a myriad of evil spirits that wore armor and were holding weapons.
The hundreds of evil spirit armies were scattered all over the place, and the dozen that were attacking Zhou Daoxian's group immediately assembled!
The giant dark clouds had suddenly turned into a formation that was made out of 10,000 spirits.
When they were still alive, they had travelled everywhere to help Emperor Qin dominate the world. They were aptly nicknamed the Invincible Imperial Army!
After they passed, they became evil spirits, and guarded the Emperor's mausoleum. In other words, they were unsurpassable martyrs!
Faced with such a large troop of evil spirit soldiers left everyone terrified.
”My god… Is… are these the Black Dragon Riders of the legends? So scary indeed…”
”That was only 100 of the evil spirit army just now. Now there's at least 10,000! I think their combined strength can turn the world around and upside down!”
”Faction leader Chen, can you still take on them? If you have anymore trump card up your sleeves, you'd better take them out now! Or else, we'll be dead!”
”Faction leader Chen, our lives depend on you!”
Petrified screams pierced the air. Against the Black Dragon Riders' evil spirit armies, ordinary people stood no chance.
Now, their only hope of surviving all depended on Chen Xiaobei!