Divine might like a prison!
Though these Ghost Gods were not true gods, much less terrifying beings like Innate Gods and Devils or Devil Gods.
Still, they were far stronger than the Ghost Gods of the first and second layers.
The killing intent they radiated swept down the passage like a torrent, crashing against Wang Quan.
Much of that killing intent had even solidified into substance.
The Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust trembled.
But after sensing Wang Quan's presence, it forced itself to remain calm, shut its eyes, and soared upstream.
Wang Quan stood upon the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust with his hands behind his back, ignoring the towering killing intent as he surveyed the Ghost Gods on either side with interest.
The Ghost Gods came in all manner of bizarre forms. There were giants with a hundred arms, giants with a thousand arms, and giants with a thousand heads. Some Ghost Gods resembled oversized spirit monsters, while others resembled a gust of wind or a ball of fire.
The Ghost Gods were strange and varied, but every one of them radiated terrifying killing intent.
Yet to Wang Quan, that killing intent was like a spring breeze brushing his face-something to enjoy, not something to mind.
Before he knew it, the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust had flown to the end of the passage.
There stood an enormous palace of ice.
The palace towered majestically. Even Ghost Gods that rose into the clouds looked like ordinary people standing before an enormous city when they stood before it-tiny and insignificant.
At the palace entrance, Ghost Gods guarded the gates like foot soldiers, bearing sabers, spears, staves, and clubs.
Seeing Wang Quan so composed, they could no longer contain their curiosity. "Wang Quan, why can you ignore our