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.
