Below, hidden among the ghost army, Li Xiang watched the spatial gateway that was about to open completely, his heart leaping into his throat.
Now!
Li Xiang shouted inwardly.
He knew this was the instant when the Netherworld army's attention was most focused on the Living World, and the laws of space were most chaotic from the violent collision.
For the six of them, sheep hidden among wolves, this was their only chance to break through the blockade and reach the golden bridge.
"Get ready..."
Li Xiang's fingers had already locked around the hilt of the Ghost-Slaying Blade. Within him, five-element martial force and pure Daoist qi compressed furiously beneath the concealment of his [Leakless Body], like a volcano about to erupt.
But then.
At the critical instant when Li Xiang was about to cast off his disguise and order their charge.
"Crack... crack, crack..."
A splintering sound, as though some seal were being forcibly broken, slowly emerged from the depths of the Ghost Abyss ahead, which King of Hell Youquan had already completely suppressed.
Though faint, the sound carried a spine-chilling resolve.
In midair, King of Hell Youquan, who had been preparing to enjoy the sight of Yang Yuan dying in despair, abruptly frowned and lowered her gaze toward the enormous black void.
The black hole that had become the Ghost Abyss had not collapsed despite the countless wicked ghosts turning against him.
"Youquan..."
An icy voice that seemed capable of freezing souls emerged, word by deliberate word, from the abyss burning with pale flames.
"Do you think we Ghost Controllers can seal countless wicked ghosts inside our bodies merely because we enslave them with formations?"
There was no human pain left in that voice, only an ultimate madness stripped of every emotion.
"You're wrong."
"We were never their