923 At The Top Of Spirited Mountain

The strong wind stopped and the crack was half-closed. The void was half frozen like multilayer glaze.

Two huge shadows faced each other deep in the Spirited Mountain. The dark golden body's Qi Ji collided with the black corpse's. Lights exploded in mid-air quietly.

Lights appeared like thunder partly hidden, like a dream.

The Nether Skeleton suddenly took one step forward and the whole Spirited Mountain trembled. The yellow blood river behind him flew quickly, supported by the Emperor of Hell and the master of Hades.

The river stretched far away and swallowed the cracks as if it touched the deepest part of Spirited Mountain.

Inside collapsed temples and on two sides of crooked roads, the Luohan Sky-dragon wrapped in dead mist and air and Buddha Jin Gang all looked up.

Ten, hundreds, ten thousands… countless of them who were decayed with blood tears on their faces and strong power in their forms all shouted out loud:

"The Nether!"