The cold black pond surged and sprayed water out. The ancient and damaged war chariots seemed to have undergone baptism of fire and blood. Their surfaces were covered by blade scars and sword gouges. They rolled over the black water, surging forward upon the waves and wind.
"Truly unusual. To be able to survive after thousands of years, the Demon Emperor's Yin Grave actually still possesses grave guards, it really is unreasonable!" the shameless Daoist frowned.
Swish!
Just as he was distracted by them, a black arrow rapidly flew towards him, an underworld flame burning on its head while its tail had a strong black mist curling around it.
Dong!
