"Fresh flesh and blood..."
"Sorry, but you can't lust after my body."
With a boom, blazing flames surged up. The soul of a Hungry Ghost that had lunged wildly at him charged into the fire blooming from Qin Yi's palm and vanished in smoke.
Apart from the air, every Hungry Ghost being punished here was an enemy.
When living people entered, of course they wanted to eat them.
Having confirmed the environment of this entire realm, Qin Yi took the lead and plunged into the swarm of Hungry Ghosts. Behind him, An'an directed water spirits to ward off the flames, while Yu Shang controlled the air pressure, making blades unable to penetrate.
The three strode forward along a thorny path of blades and flames as though walking upon level ground.
Any Hungry Ghosts blocking their path could simply be left to Qin Yi.
The Hungry Ghosts here were cultivators who had ventured to this place over tens of thousands of years. None of them had been weak. Who among those able to reach the Northern Abyss could be weak? The weak could not even endure the frigid environment of the Northern Abyss.
After dying, these powerhouses had suffered repeated torment in the Hungry Ghost Realm. That was another kind of tempering, making them even stronger than in life. Mixed with the vicious aura of hell, they became exceedingly difficult to deal with when gathered in great numbers.
It could be said that if an ordinary Qianyuan cultivator entered, they would be torn apart by these people before ever seeing the boss.
Honestly, they too were innocent victims. But letting sympathy run wild at a time like this would cost one's own life, and Qin Yi naturally would not hold back.
As it happened, he could also restrain Hungry Ghosts like