"This mission of his has lasted twenty-two days. He should be very close to the 'Netherfall River' by now. Don't tell me they've already been swallowed by those things in the river...?"
One fierce ghost looked toward the direction of the "Netherfall River," disgust filling his eyes. They had been drawing closer without pause.
Yet even moving a single foot nearer filled their hearts with uncontrollable fear and revulsion.
It was as though invisible hands lurked there, ready to seize them at any moment, making it impossible for them to remain ghosts no matter how much they wished to.
They would become mindless monsters in the river instead, forever sinking into damnation!
Feeling the increasingly suppressed power within their bodies and the growing turmoil and unease, the two ghosts now wanted nothing more than to tear Li Yan to pieces.
"Let's hope they died there. Otherwise, this punishment will make sure that even after they enter the eighteen levels of purgatory, they remember our faces at every moment!"
The other fierce ghost was already grinding his teeth.
"Hm? What kind of fluctuation is that?"
Just then, the other fierce ghost suddenly looked in one direction.
Although his Divine Sense was twisted and scattered here, he vaguely sensed some sort of fluctuation appearing in that direction.
"Could it be one of those strange things from the river?"
The other fierce ghost immediately extended his Divine Sense as well. Amid the distortion and dispersal, he too sensed something faintly. At once, he thought of one possibility, and his expression changed repeatedly.
"Could Li Yan and Buluo be fighting those things? Unable to break free for so long, is that why they haven't come out in time?"
The fierce ghost who had first noticed the fluctuation could not answer his companion's question. After