Jiang Chen grew even crazier after that. He swallowed a Blood Ginseng Pill and traveled at the blistering speed of a Great Grandmaster. Upon reaching a major tributary of the Long River, he tossed his hammer into it, then held the River God down by the head and demanded a gold hammer and a silver hammer.
If it could not produce them, it would die.
Yin qi surged into the sky above the Long River. Vast banks of dark clouds gathered, with a rumble or two of thunder flashing through them from time to time. Whenever something strange happened, ominous signs were sure to appear.
Abnormally huge waves crashed down one after another, smashing the rocks along the banks to pieces. A cold, murderous atmosphere spread.
There was still over an hour until midnight, but the Ghost-Sacrificing Lineage already seemed almost unable to wait for the signal the Dark Alliance would release by undoing another seal.
Had they not feared being set up by the Dark Alliance and becoming the lone "chicken" to take the Nine Provinces' blade, the Ghost-Sacrificing Lineage probably would have acted long ago.
Under these circumstances.
Jiang Chen hurriedly stepped up the pace of his slaughter, no longer even sparing time for the lingering wronged souls and water ghosts in each river.
The people from the Netherworld followed behind him, at least finding a little something to do.
Led by a Half-King, several Great Grandmasters, and over twenty Grandmasters, they began slaughtering the water ghosts in river after river.
Perhaps infected by Jiang Chen's savagery, their methods became especially cold and merciless. The ghost creatures' screams spread in every direction, lingering without end.
Tonight was destined to be sleepless.
"You know, after letting myself loose, ghosts don't seem all that scary anymore!"
"Exactly! As long as