The black torrent began surging again, like a river bursting its banks, trampling the ruins and the bodies of fallen Ghost Controllers as it poured madly toward the fully opened cross-world gate.
Li Xiang and his five companions were swept along by that irresistible torrent, inching toward the Golden Bridge of Naihe.
"Did Elder Yang... die in battle...?"
Guo Kai bowed his head, his teeth clenched tight, his eyes bloodshot, his fists cracking under the force of his grip.
Although he had never known Yang Yuan, witnessing a human Peerless Grandmaster willingly become an evil ghost to protect the lights of countless homes behind him, fighting until both body and soul were destroyed, had pierced this iron-blooded man's heart with indescribable grief and awe.
Lin Xuanshu and Tang Hua'an looked equally despondent.
They knew Yang Yuan had done everything he could.
He had held back the Four Great Kings of Hell single-handedly, even exhausting a vast amount of his essence. That was already a miracle among miracles.
"Keep quiet. Heads down. Keep walking."
Li Xiang's icy voice sounded in the other five's earpieces. He used [Monkey Mind, Horse Will] to forcibly suppress the turmoil in his heart, staring ahead through the gaps in his ghost skin.
"Elder Yang bought us this window with his life. The four Yamas are weakened, and their attention is divided."
"This is our only chance to reach the bridge."
Li Xiang remained clearheaded.
Grief could change nothing. Only by getting through that gate alive could they do justice to Yang Yuan's sacrifice.
But then.
Just as Li Xiang and the others, carried along by the ghost army, were about to step onto the dark-gold deck of the Golden Bridge of Naihe.
Just as the four Yamas in midair were about to turn away and resume