They Were Fine When They Came

"Since you all intend to leave, I'll open the gate. Stay or go as you please. But if Lu Ren breaks free, I'm afraid every one of you will face reckoning. Are you really—Huh?!"

As he spoke, Chen Huan raised both hands and formed a spell seal, sending several streaks of azure light crashing toward the city gate. Yet the gate, which had always opened and closed at his command, showed no reaction whatsoever.

A bad feeling immediately rose in Chen Huan's heart. His expression stiffened as he formed several more seals, drawing in the black mist within Nether City and using it as a foundation to weave an incomparably complex incantation. It transformed into a distorted black ghost-face seal that imprinted itself upon the city gate.

But to everyone's sinking hearts, the ghost face produced no response after striking the gate. It was like a cloud of black smoke hitting the gate, scattering apart and vanishing into the air.

The Sinister Old Daoist could not help asking, "What's going on? Why isn't it working?"

Chen Huan no longer had any thoughts of keeping them here. Without time to answer the Sinister Old Daoist, he linked his consciousness to Netherworld City, only to discover that the once lively ghost city had become like a stagnant pool. No matter how he tried to connect with it, there was no response.

At last, Chen Huan could no longer maintain his composure. His face turned incomparably ugly. How could he not understand that he had been tricked? This ghost domain possessed its own consciousness and clearly intended to trap them inside.

Seeing this, Lu Ren raised his brows. "Can't open the gate?"

The Sinister Old Daoist, the Black-lipped Woman, and the others all looked equally grim. They understood that Chen Huan was not