"Who goes there? This is where yin and yang meet. Irrelevant people, retreat at once!"
Outside the Ghost Gate Pass, before She Ji even drew near, a Yin Cha was already shouting a challenge. A fierce yin wind billowed forth with his voice.
Though She Ji had slowed her escape speed, she had no intention of stopping.
"Honored Yin Chas, I must enter the underworld to save someone. Not a moment can be delayed. I hope you will make an exception!"
Though she spoke of "making an exception," She Ji knew the ghost gods guarding the pass would never let her through. She had already secretly stirred up her demonic energy, heedless of her own injuries.
"Heh heh, there are only ghosts in the underworld. What talk is there of saving people? Hm? It seems I misjudged you. I thought you were some master, but you are merely a demon!"
"So what if I am a demon? I have committed no evil. Why do you look down on us demon cultivators?"
Taking advantage of the conversation, She Ji continuously closed the distance. The Ghost Gate Pass itself was no ordinary city gate; even if she intended to force her way through, she would have to use finesse.
One of the ghost generals guarding the gate narrowed his eyes, and a chill gleamed from his phoenix eyes.
"Stop! The Ghost Gate Pass is a place of utmost importance. Those who trespass shall die! Hah—"
The ghost general held a long-handled saber. He kicked the hilt, using it as the spear tip, and charged She Ji in a spear-wielding stance. She Ji flicked her sleeve, and a silk ribbon shot out, striking the hilt.
Bang~
Demonic energy collided with yin energy, raising a cloud of mist instead.
"What a fiend!"
The ghost