Zhao Yun swept his gaze around the boundless surrounding darkness. The speck of netherfire was the only source of light in this entire area, but what it was illuminating was a sea of evil ghosts.

They didn't immediately decide to do anything. Instead, they cast their eyes further into the distance, and they saw another speck of stark white netherfire. They were like lanterns separated by set intervals, guiding one deeper and deeper into the darkness.

"My Lord, you stay here, I'll go test out the waters." Zhao Yun's eyes narrowed slightly as he made a grabbing motion with one hand, and a gust of fierce wind suddenly swept through the area, even though they were deep under the sea. His suit of silver armor clattered and clanged in the wind, while his black hair and white cape danced erratically as they were blown toward the left. He was like a statue of a war god standing in the dark sea.

To his right, a massive hole formed by Yin energy had taken shape on the pitch-black seabed. Countless specks of netherfire converged toward it, forming a revolving wheel of wind and fire. Wisps of white Yin energy began to revolve around Zhao Yun's right hand before transforming into a long spear.

"So cool..." Qin Ye was looking on like a starstruck fangirl. No matter how many times he saw it, he was always amazed by the epic displays that Zhao Yun could put on at will.

When will I be able to pull off an entrance like that... 

Such a massive commotion naturally attracted the attention of all of the Yin spirits, but even after catching sight...