Two evil ghosts, devoid of eyes, mouths, ears, and noses, dragged chains as they walked. Yet, despite their lack of senses, their perception was razor-sharp and their speed terrifyingly fast.
The Daoist temple had transformed into a mustard seed, a single shimmering speck of light guided by Zhu Xiushi to dodge the repeated pouncing and chasing of the two evil ghosts.
This clash of magical techniques did not last long. The mysterious person controlling Wusheng Gate seemed to have reservations. They recalled the two evil ghosts, closed the two black iron doors painted with a hundred ghosts, and vanished into a shattered void along with Ji Fu in an instant.
Chapter 482