Li Xiang drew a deep breath, his voice carrying the ruthless reason of someone who had seen through the underlying rules.
"Don't forget the divine ability Red-Rumped Yama used earlier, 'Escape Death, Prolong Life.'"
"They are the Ten Halls of Yama of the Netherworld. As long as the Golden Bridge of Naihe remains, as long as they can keep drawing netherworld essence from the Netherworld, these avatars of theirs are immortal."
Li Xiang's gaze was like a pair of sharp swords, fixed unwaveringly on the churning vortex of death qi above the Golden Bridge of Naihe.
"Alliance Leader Guan's strike was powerful enough to sever laws, but what he severed was only the 'state of existence' that Red-Rump and Black Heaven projected into the Living World."
"He did not—and with a Grandmaster's cultivation, could not—sever the bridge of causality behind the Golden Bridge of Naihe, which connects it to the origin of the entire Netherworld."
"As long as that source remains, they can resurrect endlessly!"
Li Xiang's words landed like a heavy hammer, brutally shattering the hope that had just risen in everyone's hearts.
As though to prove his despairing deduction correct.
Bzzzz—!!!
The instant Li Xiang finished speaking.
The Golden Bridge of Naihe spanning the Huangpu River suddenly erupted with an utterly blinding radiance of interwoven dark gold and pitch black.
The totems depicting evil ghosts undergoing punishment on the bridge shrieked ten times more shrilly than before.
Then, in the void above the golden bridge.
The space Guan Yue had just cleaved into nothingness began violently distorting again, like rippling water.
"Heh heh heh heh..."
"Hahahahaha..."
Laughter brimming with brutality and icy malice drifted out of that distorted void once more.
Dark crimson karmic flames roared to life, and an ape as enormous as a mountain slowly emerged