Chapter 878 Mystic Spirit Emperor

• A hair-raising spectacle swiftly unfolded.
• From the deepest reaches of the Swamp of the Deceased, yet more dreadful beings emerged. They hurtled forward with shocking speed until they were almost upon Finneas.
• Each one wore pitch-black garments that melted into the boundless death energy. Although their forms were hard to discern, the invincible force they exuded was unmistakable. One pair after another of dull, lightless eyes fixed coldly on him, and in the blink of an eye, they had boxed him into the very center of their encirclement.