Humm-
Though doubts filled his mind, the Sword Qi at his fingertips never stopped.
Song Yan's sword light traced streaks of white through the depths of Avīci Hell.
Every strike precisely slew the Vengeful Ghosts lunging at him.
Yet it did no good.
After those ghostly shadows dispersed, more twisted figures crawled out of the inky ground.
Endless and inexhaustible.
"Old Song! There's no end to these things!"
Li Qingfeng shouted, "We have to get out of here!"
Get out of here.
Of course Song Yan knew that.
The question was, how?
They were all Qi Refining cultivators and could hardly fly through the air.
They had tried their Escape Technique Talismans, too, but those did not work here at all.
The Hell Reflection beneath their feet kept reaching out with hands, dragging them down...
What would happen if they were dragged under?
No one knew.
Li Qingfeng cut a particularly unusual figure just then, with a large black Iron Wok upended over his head. The inscriptions on its base glimmered faintly with golden light, barely holding off the encroaching Demonic Sound around him.
At the same time, he swung the Kitchen Knife in his hand, hacking apart the evil ghosts that approached.
But perhaps because he was using two Law Artifacts at once, Li Qingfeng's breathing had grown somewhat unsteady.
He slashed repeatedly, and in the brief moment when his Spiritual Power faltered, his old strength was spent and fresh strength had yet to rise.
The demonic claws reaching from the Hell Reflection beneath his feet suddenly sank, dragging Li Qingfeng's body downward.
They had almost pulled both his legs beneath the ink-black surface!
"Old Song!"
The threat of death threw him into a panic.
Hiss.
Several streaks of Sword Qi swept over, circling Li Qingfeng and severing every