Only after the figure had vanished from sight did Xing Tian's legs go weak. He crashed down onto his knees, his chest heaving violently as sweat poured like rain. Su Yang had long reinforced the boundary walls of the Netherworld Underworld with supreme methods, making them tougher than Primal Chaos Mystic Crystal. Even a top-tier powerhouse would have to exhaust their mental strength and break through several layers of restrictions before setting foot inside.
Chi You had finally broken into the Netherworld Underworld with the strength of a group of great witches led by Xing Tian. Looking up, he saw the vast Yellow Springs spanning the entire Netherworld. The water was dark and gloomy, faintly radiating a corrosive, soul-eroding force that burrowed straight into the depths of flesh and blood. Ancient and immense auras also lurked among the shadows everywhere, making his back tense. He did not dare show the slightest disrespect.
Just then, a patrol of ghost soldiers and ghost generals suddenly appeared. Their armor glinted coldly, their chains clanged, and they quickly surrounded him. The leading ghost general narrowed his eyes and sized Chi You up for a moment before shouting coldly, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Netherworld Underworld without taking the Ghost Gate or presenting a Soul-Attracting Token. Are you tired of living?"
Chi You clasped his fists and spoke steadily. "We are direct descendants of the Witch Clan. We have come to the Netherworld Underworld solely to pay our respects to our clan's Empress Houtu."
"The Witch Clan?" The ghost general raised his brows, his heart stirring slightly. When Su Yang had first established the Netherworld Underworld, seven or eight out of every ten ghost officials had been promoted from human souls. Who did not know that the Witch Clan had deep