Boom!
The main gate seemed to have been blasted open, and a massive amount of liquid ghost qi poured out. This time, it was as though a dam had burst—the flood instantly spread everywhere. No one could stop it by throwing themselves in its path. Even getting close would probably infect a Dao body and turn it into a spirit ghost!
My face was deathly pale, but with the Ancestral Dragon protecting me, I was not especially afraid. Besides, since we were flying in midair, the water was rising rapidly, but it still could not drown us all at once!
Faced with such a flood, even the ghosts on the painted boats would probably find it extremely difficult to escape. Just as I was suffering through my tribulation, two Eight-Tribulation ghosts from the painted boats suddenly went berserk and charged toward me and the Ancestral Dragon. My heart jolted, and I cried out inwardly: As expected, something happened over there!
If nothing unexpected had happened, Li Xiangru's situation would be no better than ours. The instant the gate to the fourth layer opened, even ghosts could not withstand being soaked in ghost qi. On top of that, Fan Tiansheng was controlling the gate's opening and could no longer control these lowest-level Eight-Tribulation half-ghost immortals, whose intelligence was poor to begin with. Thus, after one moment of carelessness, two ghosts aboard the painted boat had gone out of control—and they were lunging toward me!
Those two ghosts had been followers Ye Yunqiu brought in earlier, and they were also the most unstable ones. They now charged over, wanting to tear me apart alive, because the Ancestral Dragon was shining brilliantly here. As for Li Xiangru's side, he now had a naturally exorcising divine sword blazing with fire, so it was no