The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. Before Ao Chun and the others could answer, he suddenly plopped down on the ground and wailed:
"Ah... How could I be dead? I haven't even rescued my mother yet!"
No matter what, he was still a child with little experience of the world. Faced with such a situation, he could not help but panic.
"Quit howling. You're not dead yet!" Lin Xun snapped irritably.
Ao Chun directly sent out a stream of ice-attributed mana, physically forcing Chen Xiang to calm down.
"If I'm not dead, then why did we come to the Netherworld?" Chen Xiang asked, trembling.
"You came here in a living body. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Dead Spirit Plains!" Lin Xun said gravely.
The moment those words fell, Ao Chun and Feng Wu were both horrified. Though they did not recognize this place, they knew the name of the Dead Spirit Plains.
Most of the Netherworld's vicious ghosts and dead spirits gathered here. Its forces were extremely formidable; there were even Ghost Emperors at the Hunyuan level among them. Countless trillions of evil ghosts had joined together here.
Within the Netherworld, the Qilin Race was more powerful than even the Dragon Race and Phoenix Race. After all, Diting beside Ksitigarbha, who guarded Yin Mountain, bore an extremely close resemblance to the Qilin Race.
Although the Qilin Race had never acknowledged it due to the discord between the Eastern and Western Lands, in Hong Huang, some things required no proof. Suspicion alone was enough.
"What should we do, then?" Feng Wu asked.
Lin Xun pondered briefly, then turned to Chen Xiang. "Chen Xiang, how many more attacks can the Lotus Lantern unleash?"
Chen Xiang hurriedly asked the Lotus Lantern. Then, dejectedly shaking his