Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

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Among them, some imperial spirit masters are survivors who survived the battle to defend the capital city.

For this part of the imperial spirit masters, Ye Fan can be said to have saved their lives.

All of them looked excited and their eyes were excited: "It's Master Ye!"

"That's right, only Lord Ye has this realm of the underworld, Master Ye is back!"

"Master Ye has summoned back all the souls of the heroic spirits who died in the battle to defend the city!"

"Great, really great!"

"Captain, it's Captain Cui!!"

"..."

In the city of Demon City, when there is a lot of hustle and bustle, go to the top floor of the Demon Elimination Bureau.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, He Yunfei watched the movement and scene from Ye Fan.

His eyes stayed on the purple-gold figure for a long time, and he muttered to himself.

"I really didn't expect Ye Fan to grow to such a height!!"

The eyes of the two eighth-sequence doomsday-level powerhouses stationed in the base city of the magic capital were dull.

His eyes were full of thick, unbelievable shock and awe.

they murmured in surprise.

"Designate the souls of heroes and heroes!"

"Divide the official positions of the underworld!"

"It's the legendary underworld realm!!"

"The power of such a demon spirit is like a god!!"

"That young man, has he already started to set foot in the realm of life and death of dead souls?"

"This...is simply incredible!!"

At this time,

The two doomsday-level powerhouses who were shocked and exclaimed suddenly shook their bodies.

At the same time, they sensed a palpitating strange fluctuation.

Two sharp gazes looked towards the high sky where the cemetery mountain range was located.

"Overthrow the laws of heaven and earth, the order of life and death, the thunder calamity of this world is coming!"

"Be careful!"

The two eighth-sequence doom-level powerhouses murmured.

They have all experienced the catastrophe of the doomsday, and naturally they have deeply felt the horror of the catastrophe of thunder and lightning.

When He Yunfei heard what the two of them said, he immediately looked over there.

The mid-air where the memorial square of the cemetery is located.

Ye Fan had already raised his head slightly.

His eyes were sharp and sharp, looking at the dark cloud that gradually gathered above his head.

With a wave of his right hand, all the underworld army transformed from the dead souls of the heroic spirits were thrown into the demon spirit space of Hei Qiu.

Ye Fan was alone, raised his head proudly, and stood high in the sky.

All the spirit masters in the base city of the magic capital, seeing the dark cloud and the terrifying coercion emanating from the dark cloud, also guessed what would happen next.

One by one exclaimed in horror.

"Such a terrifying coercion is... Heaven and Earth Thunder Tribulation!!"

"What a depressing and dull aura, what a terrifying breath!"

"I don't know if Lord Ye can stand it?!"

"Recalling the dead souls of heroes and returning to the world is really not such an easy task!"

"This is not good!"

"..."

The entrance to the cemetery.

Xue Furong led his spirit masters, together with teachers and students, watching the thunderclouds gathering in the sky, everyone's pupils were dilated to the limit.

They looked at the thick dark clouds that quickly gathered and shrouded the entire cemetery mountain range in shadow.

The eyes of each one are full of horror and fear.

They don't know why they are so scared.

His entire body trembled uncontrollably.

It seemed that the next moment, my soul and life would come out of the shell and die on the spot.

This is the cohesion of the laws of heaven and earth, the coming of thunder disaster, and the soul coercion caused to all living souls!

Apart from the constant trembling of the body, everyone also felt an extremely oppressive and dull aura, filling the surrounding void.

Not only his surroundings, but also the entire mountain road and the entire mountain range were shrouded in this terrifying and oppressive atmosphere.

The feeling of being pressed by a huge boulder weighing ten thousand catties made Xue Furong and everyone else feel as if they were drowning, so oppressed that they could hardly breathe.

"Whoa, whoa—"

There were heavy and violent panting sounds everywhere.

"Ho ho ho—"

Lack of oxygen, and the sound of throat constriction that is about to be unable to breathe is endless.

Many teachers and students with weak constitutions slowly bent down and even collapsed to the ground.