"Qinguang!"
"Chujiang!"
"Songdi!"
"Wuguan!"
"Yama!"
"Biancheng!"
"Taishan!"
"Dushi!"
"Pingdeng!"
"Zhuanlun!"
"..."
As thunderous cries rang out one after another, the Ten Palace Ghost Kings exerted their strength in unison. Their enormous bodies stood towering in the air like heaven-and-earth manifestations, each pouring their greatest power into a single strike.
In an instant, the Netherworld trembled, and ten thousand ghosts cowered!
The lesser ghosts nearby could even have their souls crushed into dust by the sheer might of this blow. Across the ghost kingdom, the land split apart! The Ten Palace Ghost Kings attacking together was a spectacle rarely seen in ten million years.
Boom—
Under the pincer attack, the Cosmic Ring shook violently. With a thunderous crash, the barrier between heaven and earth was about to shatter; it could not withstand even one blow!
"Pfft!" Lin Poyun sprayed blood and roared, "If you still refuse to stop, once Kṣitigarbha's Primordial Spirit breaks free, the Netherworld will be washed in blood!"
Then he turned back and shouted furiously at Venerable Wanfa, "Can't you hurry up?!"
If he had been the old Nether King Sect Master, the moment he obtained the Cosmic Ring, he would have fled at once. Running away with a divine artifact was far safer than risking his life here, was it not?
But after merging with Abbot Wue's consciousness, he felt an instinctive obedience toward Venerable Wanfa's commands. After all, Wanfa had been Wue's revered master for many years, and Wue's admiration for him came from the bottom of his heart.
That was why Lin Poyun now felt so conflicted and torn. He worried for his own safety, yet for the moment, he could not bear to abandon him.
But no matter how firmly he held on, the Ten Palace Ghost Kings' power was simply too overwhelming. Even