A grey great wilderness,
myriads of ghosts howled, and killing intent filled the air.
Above the dome, endless black Yin Energy poured down.
The demon souls were nourished by the Netherworld Yin Energy.
The fierce killing intent was on the verge of taking solid form; if this scene were in the mortal realm, everything would already have withered, living creatures would have been reduced to ashes, and a ghostly domain would have formed.
Yet here...
They were fierce, but there existed entities even fiercer than them.
One could only see mighty sword qi, tyrannical fist prints, and merciless saber lights constantly erupting amidst the myriads of ghosts...
They were being mowed down without peer.
Hundreds of figures crisscrossed among them, invincible.
Not a single ghost could withstand a single blow.
A towering peak,
Chang'e in fluttering white clothes stood upon it.
She gazed at the ghost tide, which surged like ocean waves, and Wang Ming's avatar, who was slaughtering everything in all directions.
If the Tang Emperor has no other means, his defeat is right before our eyes.
Previously, I thought the Spirit Lantern could at most summon some Netherworld ghost qi.
As a result...
I truly underestimated it.
It can not only summon Netherworld qi, but also directly connect to the Netherworld.
It allows the Netherworld ghost qi of the Netherworld to directly enter the small world constructed by the Spirit Lantern.
Yang Chan walked to Chang'e's side, while simultaneously reaching out a hand, penetrating the curtain of light created by the Moon Laurel Tree, and fished back a wisp of Yin Energy. With a puzzled expression, she said, "I have also entered the Underworld before, but doesn't the Netherworld qi of the Underworld seem less concentrated than this?"
Chang'e was a powerhouse at the Grand Luo Golden