"Wait a moment."
I shouted out. In this passage filled with black sludge, overhead, a moon was gradually becoming full, casting streams of silvery light down. Wrathface was covered in wounds, black blood stark against his red body, making it extremely conspicuous. He whimpered, unable to stand any longer.
"What's wrong, BOSS, could it be..."
"You're overthinking it."
Step by step, I walked up to Wrathface and looked at him. I had noticed from the start that this guy wasn't a real ghost. Both his ghostly body and Ghost Soul seemed pieced together, and his mind operated almost like a preset in a computer game.
"Didn't any of you notice? His body, and his mind."
"Why bother with all that, bro? Let's go, it's getting late."
Ray Lin smiled, said that, then jumped down, landing on Wrathface and stomping on him a few times.
"There's definitely something off about this guy's body. It must've been made with ghost energy. Usually, ghost energy is contained within the Ghost Soul, and a ghost's body is a spirit body, or you could say a yin body. But this one's different—the body itself is made from ghost energy."
Just as Ray Lin spoke, a distant rumbling echoed—the huge red sphere was rolling toward us again, and this time, it wasn't alone. Two more spheres from other directions were converging on us as well.
We all became alert, ready for anything.
"Let's hurry. Those three are just like this one. The remaining three must be Yvonne May, Wraith Guardian, and Phantom Guardian."
Black Moon urged us forward. I nodded, and before me appeared a crescent moon. I stepped onto it, slowly rising into the air, then reached out and pulled Ray Lin up with me.
The wind howled as, one after another, we slipped through the pitch-black wall. Darkness surrounded us, but in the distance, there was light. We walked for only a few minutes before I emerged outside.
"Ah, finally found it. That was tough. I didn't expect the exit of this passage to be the Yellow Springs Road."
I nodded. With a whoosh, the Wailing Ghost shot out from my body, seemingly excited, and immediately rushed into the Forest of Wailing. Instantly, the forest filled with surging resentment, as if welcoming the Grieving Ghost home. All around, the sound of sobbing grew louder as the Wailing Ghost hovered above the forest, drawing in waves of resentful energy.
A crisp clatter of chains rang out from the mist-shrouded right side. My heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, Yasha charged toward the sound with a thunderous crash, scattering the mist.
There were three Hell Registrars escorting Underworld Prisoners.
"Who are you?"
The lead one shouted.
"Die."
Yasha raised his massive fist. I frowned, and suddenly a mirror appeared in front of the Hell Registrars. With a thunderous crash, Yasha struck the mirror, but the force rebounded onto him, causing him to spit black blood.
"What are you doing?"
Behind Yasha, Duan Wentian smiled. The three Hell Registrars were still terrified, but with a click, they were immediately sealed into the photograph. The photo drifted in the air, and Cao Wanzhi, sitting in his wheelchair, floated over and caught it.
"Yasha, let me repeat—don't make a scene. We've already entered the Underworld Court's territory. If we want to reach Lady Meng's place safely, don't mess around. If any Hell Registrar dies, the Underworld Court will respond immediately."
Duan Wentian said this, reaching out to the seated Yasha, but Yasha ignored him and stood up.
"You seem to really hate the Underworld Court. Is there a reason?"
Death Curse kept laughing, his voice like someone cracking walnuts—grating and uncomfortable.
"I don't know. But whenever I see these guys, I want to kill them. The urge to kill just fills my mind."
"Not knowing" wasn't enough to convince everyone. They all looked at Yasha in confusion.
"Let's keep moving. Wailing Ghost, this is your territory—watch the front and back for us. If any Hell Registrar passes by, notify us immediately."
On the left side of Yellow Springs Road, the resentment flowed toward the rear gate; on the right, it moved ahead. The waves of resentment split in different directions, acting as our sentinels and rear guard. Now, we had nothing to worry about.
We walked slowly along Yellow Springs Road, each of us fully suppressing our ghost energy.
"First time here, huh? So this is Yellow Springs Road. It's really kind of bleak."
Zhou Fulai muttered, and I smiled.
"This is my third time here. Soon, we'll reach the fork to Ghost Gate and Bridge of Remorse. Both are guarded by Hell Registrars. Why don't we all disguise ourselves as Hell Registrars?"
I said, but Yixue Han immediately retorted.
"Hell Registrars always carry tokens issued by the Underworld Court. Where would we find so many? If we're exposed, the small fry won't matter, but the powerful ones will come quickly. Times have changed."
After a while, a surge of resentment rose from the Forest of Wailing on the right—Wailing Ghost appeared.
"Hold up."
We all stopped.
"The path to Bridge of Remorse has vanished. If you keep going, you'll reach Ghost Gate in less than ten minutes."
"We'll force our way through."
Yasha clenched his fists, but everyone just looked at him helplessly.
"Even if we're all strong, Ghost Gate is right next to the territory of the Fourth Tribunal Lord. If he shows up, none of us will escape."
"I've got a way."
Yasha said, striding forward. His silver eyes burned with anger, growing fiercer the closer we got to the Underworld Court.
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Unusual black energy seeped from Yasha's body, drawing everyone's gaze. Suddenly, Yasha broke into a wild sprint.
We all chased after him. Yasha roared, and with each step, he left a deep footprint in the ground—a feat nearly impossible here, since the surface of Yellow Springs Road is hell itself, and leaving a mark is almost unheard of.
"Looks like something big is about to happen. That guy seems to have remembered something. Hurry up and follow—this is going to be a show."
We all sensed something was wrong. Yasha moved so fast, he was almost out of sight. There was no road ahead, but with a whoosh, Yasha charged straight through.
"No choice—everyone get ready to fight. We're breaking into hell."
I roared, determined to reach the Bridge of Remorse. There's a small path beside Ghost Gate that leads straight down; I've seen it before.
With a whoosh, as soon as I got out, my eyes widened. Ghost Gate had collapsed. After Yasha's powerful blow, countless ghosts and Hell Registrars were reduced to dust.
The sign bearing the words 'Ghost Gate' was shattered. Yasha had charged into the midst of the Hell Registrars and Judges, beginning a massacre.
"Is that guy out of his mind?"
Screams echoed all around. Hell Registrars were grabbed by Yasha like little chicks, crushed in his hands, and turned to dust.
Gradually, I saw two green fangs grow from Yasha's mouth. His black hair rose, and his horns grew larger.
A ringing sound echoed—a Mourning Staff. In the distance, a flash of red light appeared, followed by a white figure. It was White Reaper. I stared in astonishment.
The white Mourning Staff, its bell rippling the air, struck toward Yasha.
With a thunderous crash, sand swirled around Ghost Gate. A powerful shockwave surged toward us. I was stunned—Yasha blocked the Mourning Staff with one hand.
"Yasha, how is this possible?"
White Reaper looked shocked, fear flickering in his eyes.
"I'm back! Ah..."
Yasha roared. In the next moment, I glimpsed a curved weapon in his other hand—almost like a crescent moon. With a slash, the air rippled, and a surge of powerful black ghost energy shot into Ghost Gate. The ground shook, and cracks spread around the gate.
Yasha's huge form began to shrink, becoming about the same size as White Reaper. Crimson tongues sprang up all around. White Reaper stuck out his tongue, and the others converged on Yasha.
Clashing sounds rang out. With every strike, Yasha unleashed terrifying ghost energy. The growing power was frightening—I couldn't help but feel chills. So this is how strong he really is.
With a whoosh, Yasha flashed behind White Reaper, slashing with his curved blade. Instantly, White Reaper's tongue whipped around like a spike, stabbing toward Yasha's head.
With a squelch, White Reaper's tongue was severed. He was sent flying, crashing to the ground, his body covered in fine wounds. His white robe was torn in many places.
"Hmph, Yasha, what exactly are you trying to do?"
White Reaper's severed tongue slowly regenerated, glowing red.
"Can you wait a moment? We..."
I was about to say something when White Reaper slowly floated up, raising the Mourning Staff and shouting word by word.
"Domain of the Dead... Hanging Hell..."