A black vortex silently formed in the town.
The voice of the night ghost resonated throughout the town: "Open the Blood River, want Shangwu annihilated? Dream on! I won’t let it happen! You all, just die!!"
The enormous black vortex swept directly towards the few people, the vast evil and ghostly energy briefly exposing the bodies of those who lost their shadows, causing them extreme pain.
A few rolls of thunder, the wind scattered the clouds, the entire town had been completely destroyed, and a massive dark blue gate connecting heaven and earth was slowly opening within the vortex.
Countless fierce ghostly spirits were surging densely behind the gate.
"Is this the real Ghost Gate? I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!" cried another cultivator of the Wuji Sect, trembling under this immense pressure.
"Not good, the night ghost has demonized, run quickly! Use my blood to trigger the Blood River, once he’s past the Netherworld Bridge, he’ll have no way!" Shangwu hurriedly signaled for the other three to quickly move closer to the Netherworld Bridge.
But in the hands of the extremely demonized night ghost, the remaining two cultivators were completely unable to move.
Ye Chenfeng’s body emitted a white light, and a small circular array appeared under everyone’s feet, a Freshening Array, capable of steadying one’s spirit. His expressionless and cold face slightly furrowed this time.
The Immortal Sword in his hand was unsheathed with his mind’s command, spiritual power surged, his fingers pointed to his brow, and the silver-white Divine Sense followed the tip of his fingers, pulling out of his body, and entering the Immortal Sword.
The sword light flashed, the black mist binding Jie Wenzhan’s soul was slashed apart and dispersed, his soul returned to his body, and Jie Wenzhan’s eyes turned red as he gasped for breath.
Ye Chenfeng’s body floated into the air, standing with his sword on his back, all clarity in his eyes. He extended his left hand, a sphere of light slowly condensed in his hand, gradually expanding into a red array suspended in the air.
His thin lips moved slightly, "Soul Suppressing Path!"
The array followed Ye Chenfeng’s lead, transforming into countless similar red arrays, heading directly towards the massive Ghost Gate.
A tinge of trepidation surged within Ye Chenfeng’s Spirit Platform, the cold feeling devoid of emotion and desire was slowly dominating his Primordial Pill, yet his spiritual power became overwhelmingly domineering due to the expansion of these emotions, causing the Soul Suppressing Path array to gradually merge into a spirit array equivalent in size to that Ghost Gate!
Shangwu watched the airborne Ye Chenfeng in amazement, saying somewhat incredulously, "The demonized night ghost can control everything emotional, yet he’s entirely unaffected?"
The spirit array in Ye Chenfeng’s hand covered the Ghost Gate like a massive net, firmly barricading countless demons alive at the gate, unable to emerge, Ye Chenfeng’s hand inscribed array talismans, the Divine Sense took the array backwards, and shortly after, the massive open Ghost Gate was forcibly closed again by Ye Chenfeng.
This ability can only be described as terrifying.
The night ghost’s painful roars instantly filled the air, seemingly aware he was not at all on the same level of battle prowess as Ye Chenfeng, he materialized from the black fog and flew directly towards the Netherworld Bridge.
An Immortal Sword followed relentlessly, Jie Wenzhan also caught up, casting several Trapping Arrays in succession, forcibly slowing down the night ghost’s speed, knowing well that if the night ghost crossed the Netherworld Bridge, there would be no more chances.
"Originally, I thought I would have to fight Brother Ye in this Secret Realm, but I didn’t expect this," Jie Wenzhan said with a bitter smile.
Half of the night ghost’s body had already stepped over the Netherworld Bridge, the remaining half firmly pinned down by Jie Wenzhan, unable to move an inch.