The Naihe Bridge snapped, and the waters of the Wangchuan River, carrying hundreds of millions of hungry ghosts, rushed into the mortal realm. The citizens of Chang'an suddenly froze, their pupils dilating into pitch-black voids, as ferocious ghost specters with blue faces and fangs crawled out from their mouths and noses. Yang Jian's silver armor shattered, and the beads of blood flowing from his Heavenly Eye condensed into a barrier: "Xiaotian... hold the West Gate!" The silver-haired youth transformed into a giant hound and pounced toward the city tower. The moment his fangs tore three hungry ghosts apart, he discovered that the ghost qi was invading his meridians along his canine teeth—and the corroded flesh actually grew Yuxu Dharma eyes!
Nezha's Imperial Star embers condensed into a Ziwei barrier, but he watched as the tide of hungry ghosts suddenly split, transforming into black pythons that coiled around the barrier. The instant the Fire-Tip Spear pierced the python's head, what burst from the spear tip was not ghost blood, but Yaoji's refined remnant soul fragments! "Mother... no!" Yang Jian's silver blood suddenly surged in reverse, and the Heavenly River rolled backward to form a vortex, sucking half of the hungry ghosts into the void—yet from deep within the vortex came Gonggong's grim laughter, as the vengeful spirits of the Twelve Ancestral Witches tore at the rifts of the Samsara well!
Sun Wukong rode the Somersault Cloud across the firmament, stirring five-c…
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