After Shen Luo and the blue-robed man traveled more than ten li along the Nether River, a squad of ghost soldiers approached them head-on. At their head was a Demon Clan man with a bluish-purple complexion.
When the blue-robed man saw people approaching, he was first delighted, then somewhat disappointed. He knew very well that a Demon Clan cultivator at the True Immortal Mid Stage was no match for Shen Luo.
"Qing Lu, who was fighting upstream just now?" the Demon Clan man asked bluntly.
"It was that fool Stone Corpse Ghost. Seeing that I had guided over quite a few dead souls, he tried to snatch them away and devour them. I gave him a beating and drove him off," Qing Lu replied as Shen Luo had instructed.
"Dogs fighting over food... Let me tell you, those fellows in Purgatory can no longer hold out. They are growing restless and want to escape. Lord Black Mountain has already gone to provide support as well. You lot had better patrol the Nether River properly. If anything goes wrong, you will not like the consequences," the Demon Clan man said disdainfully.
"Yes, sir." Qing Lu lowered his head and clasped his fists, faintly gritting his teeth.
Seeing this, the Demon Clan man paid him no further attention. He led the ghost soldiers onward, heading upstream.
Once they had gone far away, Qing Lu said nothing and continued guiding the great mass of ghosts toward the Yellow Springs.
About half an hour later, the current ahead gradually slowed, but the waters of the Nether River became increasingly murky. Amid the ghosts, Shen Luo looked into the distance and saw a sizable lake appear ahead.
At the center of the lake was a yellowish-brown vortex, where muddy yellow waters churned and emitted intense