Whoosh...
Crossroads Corner, rain poured in torrents.
As rain fell from the sky, a beam of pitch-black light simultaneously surged up from the depths of the earth, and demonic power rapidly spread.
In but an instant, it covered the entirety of Crossroads Corner.
In the end, the whole City of the Dead Futu was shrouded by an exceptionally horrifying power.
"Run!"
"It's the Ancestor God again! Run!"
At this moment, the spirit refiners still within the city all realized what had happened.
The battle of the Ancestor Gods had erupted beneath their feet.
Even if they only began running now, it was already too late. But if they did not move, their lives might truly be left here.
"We can't get out!"
"This demonic power has sealed off the entire city!"
The black beam that covered the city had clearly transformed into invisible Dao chains, trapping everyone within.
Dead disciples, villains, Dejected Corpses...
Most of those who could remain in this city were criminals once listed on the Holy Spirit Hall's wanted board.
They had thought this place a paradise, never expecting that today, it would become a vast execution ground.
If they could not break through the beam, then once the battle's aftershocks erupted, everyone would die! "Join forces!"
"Attack!"
At once, everyone joined forces to resist.
Spirit skills flew out one after another, blasting against the beam of the Devil Ancestor's power, yet they were utterly useless.
How could the Devil Ancestor's power be seen through by this rabble, who could not even attain Half-Saint status? Before the four city gates of the City of the Dead Futu, and even atop its towering walls, clusters of people swiftly gathered, each drenched in anxious sweat.
Hope for life lay right before their eyes.
Yet the passage between death and