Not far away, the black fog churned, and some creatures quickly approached, surrounding this area.
In fact, they had long seen Shi Hao but did not act immediately, instead planning an encirclement, and were also waiting for the strong members of the Nether Race from the rear.
"Act quickly, they've sent many people. The Nether Race lacks everything but corpses. Break through now," Hong Huang whispered, with lingering fear in her heart.
A group of creatures with heavy yin energy gathered, a large group, all cold and chilly, lacking vitality and warmth, like remains freshly unearthed.
Among them, there were humanoids, Divine Birds, beasts, and even squids from lakes and seas.
Shi Hao was not worried; instead, he laughed because the leaders, except for one humanoid, were all unique creatures, extraordinary each one.
A black giant turtle, about the size of a small mountain, with golden patterns on its shell and horns on its head, had been a god for a few months.
