Zhao Fu blocked Ming Di's attack and did not continue to tangle with them. Turning into a streak of light, he was about to shoot toward the horizon. His task now was to leave this place, not fight them.
"Ghost Gate!"
Yan San let out a great roar and raised one hand. A black rune emerged from his palm as immense yin energy surged into the heavens.
BOOM!
A thunderous boom rang out. Terrifying power gushed forth like a spring, whipping up a violent gale. A stone gate a thousand meters tall, carrying an immense aura that could suppress all things, blocked Zhao Fu's path.
"Netherworld Spear!"
Meng Yao also gave a delicate cry, forming hand seals with both hands. Vast icy energy poured forth, and a huge gray hole appeared behind Zhao Fu, streams of ghostly qi spilling from it. A gigantic spear covered in ghostly patterns shot out with terrifying power, as though it could pierce through everything.
CLANG!
Zhao Fu turned and slashed out with his sword. A black sword light, carrying a massive storm of sword qi that seemed capable of cutting through all things, shot toward the incoming spear.
BOOM!
A massive explosion erupted as the two collided. Countless rays of light shot out, unleashing a terrifying shockwave that spread in an instant. The ground cracked and collapsed, while countless trees were snapped apart.
Zhao Fu turned once more and looked at the thousand-meter-tall stone gate before him, radiating a formidable aura. He raised his left hand and clenched it into a fist.
Zhao Fu's left hand turned pale, without a trace of blood, before its muscles swelled and purple scales grew across it, transforming it into a sharp claw. The power of the Path of Reincarnation spread out, as though it could set the