Before my eyes, a dazzling radiance spread everywhere. The entire world seemed to sink into a riot of blooming colors. The great battle had given rise to a magnificent spectacle, yet there was no denying its cruelty. Every ghost summoned here possessed a certain lineage of the Dao. This desperate clash to the death was also a scene of all living beings being extinguished!
I had no idea what was happening on the Black Robe's side, but it certainly could not have been easy. Borrowing an immortal weapon was not without cost either: perhaps one's own lineage of the Dao would suffer grievous damage, or perhaps one's Dao followers would be depleted. Under the siege of so many ghosts, it was impossible for them to emerge unscathed!
The several thousand immortals of the Dao who had charged out continued to collapse, while the ghosts still poured forth in full force. One death and one life—this outcome had been fated from the beginning. The Six Paths Wheel had opened, and the ghosts within were innumerable. Some were ghost immortals, some demon immortals, and some beasts, but at this moment they had only one goal: to exterminate every immortal of the Dao!
I could not see the situation on the Black Robe's side very clearly. But with all of them surging over in a swarm, even a colony of ants could probably have bitten them to death. After the immortals of the Dao were wiped out and could no longer fly out of the red Dao Wheel, countless ghosts had already crawled all over the Black Robe's enormous garment, inside and out. They tore and bit, or charged recklessly, using every means at their disposal. This was no longer a siege—it was a collapse before annihilation.
My wife-sister's lineage of the Dao