A chorus of wails, like ghosts howling and wolves crying, drifted faintly from the direction of the Nether Bone River.
Everyone's expression shifted slightly.
As Nascent Soul Realm eighth-layer cultivators, they had entered Nine Nether Hell before, so they were no strangers to dealing with the Nether Bone River.
Thunder-Glitter Spirit Falcon beat its wings and flew onward. After a dozen breaths, a swift, silvery-white river stretched across their path.
The great river flowed out of the Black Mist and into its depths.
It was so wide that its far end was impossible to see.
Even Chen Changming couldn't scan the opposite bank with his divine sense.
Wuchenzi's expression was solemn as he said gravely, "Fellow Daoists, protect Thunder-Glitter Spirit Falcon. We need to cross the Nether Bone River quickly!"
"Understood!"
Everyone agreed.
Rumble!
Amid rolling thunder, Thunder-Glitter Spirit Falcon flew over the Nether Bone River.
The swift current suddenly began churning violently like boiling water at the intrusion of strangers. One towering Bone Spirit after another emerged from the river.
They stood three zhang tall and were made entirely of bones, without a scrap of flesh.
"Kill!"
Roaring, the Bone Spirits surged into the sky from the river and swarmed toward Thunder-Glitter Spirit Falcon.
"Attack!"
Wuchenzi struck first.
Holding a round bead, he fired streak after streak of sharp light. Each bolt struck a Bone Spirit, shattering it on the spot and sending bone dust raining into the river.
The others attacked as well.
Chen Changming punched through the air, smashing Bone Spirit after Bone Spirit.
These Bone Spirits weren't especially strong. Most were only at the second or third layer of the Nascent Soul Realm.
But there were so many of them.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of Bone Spirits could fly out of the river.