"Hmph!" Ji Man snorted again, pointed with her hand, and the drought demon immediately fell from midair like a massive boulder. With a thunderous boom, it crashed down at the foot of the mountain, smashing a huge rock there to pieces.
"Keep watch over this thing!" Ji Man ordered. She turned and transformed into a rainbow once more, shooting toward the palace hall. The thirty-five elders did not dare slack off. They descended from midair and surrounded the drought demon, faint green light flickering atop their bone staffs as they stood on full alert.
Ji Man's figure appeared before the hall gates. Green light shone from her bone staff again. With a sweep of her hand, the green light slashed through the air like a sharp sword, and a green fissure opened in the air before the gates. The fissure slowly split apart and pulled toward both sides, while the green light rolled up like billowing curtains. Roar! When the curtain-like green light had rolled halfway aside, a roar emerged from within it, and the two sheets of green light both turned into beast heads. The beast heads solidified slightly, turned around, and charged at the two ghastly white bone gates.
With a tremendous boom, the beast heads sank into the bone gates. Green light rippled across the two gates, and blood gradually seeped forth, as crimson as the blood-red waters of the Netherworld Sea, flowing down along the bone gates. Once the entire gates had been covered by blood, Ji Man opened her mouth and chanted sentence after sentence of obscure Houtu Village Witch language. A flight of steps gradually emerged from the blood, extending out from the bone gates all the way to Ji Man's feet! The blood then gradually formed into the ferocious head of a nether