He had no idea how long he had been killing, or how many he had killed.
The sun and moon in his hands began to lose their light, and the evil ghosts and wronged souls around him slowly dwindled.
Facing such vast numbers of evil ghosts and wronged souls, Ouyang seemed to be the evil ghost that haunted evil ghosts.
The lava beneath his feet had already been covered by the Death Qi left behind by the slain ghosts and wronged souls.
The hazy gray Death Qi turned to dust and drifted everywhere.
The powdery Death Qi reached his calves, making walking somewhat difficult.
His strength exhausted, Ouyang staggered through the Death Qi.
His blue-green robe had grown somewhat gray, and more and more gray marks appeared on his face.
Those were the traces left by the Death Qi as it slowly ate away at Ouyang's body.
The more evil ghosts he slaughtered, the heavier the burden of their karma became.
Ouyang walked forward as though carrying a mountain on his back.
By now, Ouyang was holding on through sheer willpower, and he still had considerable confidence in his willpower.
When Xiao Bai underwent God-Sealing, he had endured a hundred and eight thousand cuts. This was nothing compared to that, was it?
As long as the True Essence in his body kept circulating, Ouyang could still move his arms.
The evil ghosts around him seemed to have dwindled considerably, too. At least, it took ages before a single ghost dared to pounce on him.
Then Ouyang killed it in an instant, turning it into powdery Death Qi beneath his feet.
The path beneath his feet gradually widened, and before he knew it, Ouyang had reached a plaza.
An enormous bronze gate appeared before Ouyang, while the evil ghosts trailed far