Fang Xin said no more. He brought out his strongest weapon: a Ghost Artifact Long Spear. With a piercing shriek, it shot forward and knocked aside the first Demon Soldier in its path...
"That's a high-grade Ghost Artifact!" Recognition flashed in Tang Changsheng's eyes.
He had never imagined his sworn elder brother had kept so much hidden. Fang Xin even had such a formidable Ghost Artifact, one far superior to the musket Tang Changsheng had equipped Du Song with...
At that same moment, Tang Changsheng, in the Mortal World, sensed that something was wrong.
The Primordial Yang Divine Lamp shone upon the Three Realms Mirror, but he could not see clearly into the Netherworld Office. Even Tang Changsheng had not dared to peer in boldly.
The Mountain God of Fuyang Mountain held sway there, along with who knew how many powerful ghosts. If Tang Changsheng openly spied on them, did he truly think they would not come knocking to Qian him?
Thus, he knew nothing of what had happened after his Divine Soul entered the Netherworld Office.
But a sudden sense of danger told him something had changed. This time, he could no longer afford to be cautious, so he secretly used the Three Realms Mirror to take a brief look.
The Netherworld Office, once entirely hidden in dense fog, was churning with light and cloud. They rolled and mingled without cease, as though some tremendous upheaval had occurred.
Only then did he dare bring the Three Realms Mirror's view a little closer.
He could make out a force of Demon Soldiers that had appeared inside the Netherworld Office at some unknown point. Their transformations were incomplete, leaving them covered in scales and horns. Hundreds of them blocked the city gate.
Inside the gate, countless Ferocious Ghosts and Vicious Ghosts,