Blood River Form, Within the Water Prison, Confucian Masters Chained

Beneath Blood Rock, the water prison.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The spray roared. The entire water prison had become a flooded land, strange auras constantly rising from the currents—like mist, like rain, and like wind. They condensed into face after face in midair, making all manner of sounds that would make even ghosts tremble at heart.

Behind those sounds came wave after wave of shifting Order. This power was the natural enemy of divine abilities; once it spread like this and reached the ghost guards within the water prison, destruction was inevitable.

The ghost guards howled as they dodged the torrent, not daring to let even the tiniest drop touch them. The moment a drop landed on them, they would turn into a puff of green smoke and vanish without a trace!

Those currents contained dense Force of Order!

This situation itself was born from the concept of divine abilities. How could the ghost guards not panic? They had long since lost all order, scattering in every direction as they fled.

Among them were the two ghost-faced guards escorting Li Kun. Yet the fact that they had been entrusted with transporting the Human Emperor showed they were no ordinary guards. Their status surpassed that of typical ghost guards, and they possessed a few treasures kept in reserve. They now brought them out, turning them into barriers that shielded the two ghosts.

Though their consciousness had been preserved, the two ghosts knew how dreadful the situation was.

"What are we supposed to do? If those above hold us accountable, the two of us will surely be unable to escape blame!" "That may be true, but to the great figures above, what do the deaths or injuries of one or two people like us amount to?"

"The worst part is that there are