The magnetic threads and black energy suddenly burst apart, spraying out like fireworks!
One of the three ghost faces controlled by Three Corpses Daoist actually pierced through the storm, its nails gleaming an eerie blue-black as it clawed straight at Qing Chen.
Clang! Qing Chen reacted swiftly, whipping his Battle Halberd back and up to strike the ghost face hard.
An immense force surged through him, numbing his arm and nearly knocking the Battle Halberd from his grip.
This old ghost actually seems stronger than Cold Mountain. No wonder he's ranked ninety-ninth on Gou Wu's Dragon-Tiger Ranking!
Qing Chen did not retreat in the slightest. Borrowing the force of the recoil, he leaped toward the Dao Palace gates.
Behind him, the collisions between Qing Guhong's magnetic lightning and Gong Shisan's black pearls were deafening. Jian Yi's sword qi and the fire dragon roared and tangled with each other, all the sounds mingling together.
Just as Qing Chen's toes were about to touch the Dao Palace threshold, Three Corpses Daoist's black energy caught up behind him like maggots clinging to bone.
Reacting with lightning speed, Qing Chen swept his halberd backward once more, unleashing a Primal Magnetism Storm to force back his pursuer before hurtling through the palace gates.
The instant he entered, an extremely familiar sinking weight suddenly pressed down beneath his feet.
He instinctively looked down and could not help freezing for a moment;
-Beneath his feet were tier upon tier of white jade steps, exactly like the White Jade Path halfway up the mountain. Most of the steps were gone, however, leaving only a hundred, their far end vanishing into the shadows beneath the dark vault overhead.
At the same time, the geomagnetic power drifting through the air had reached a terrifying extreme, far beyond anything at the