Within the Netherworld Rift, black mists churned as if thousands of wronged spirits were whispering.
Holding her blazing sword, Lin Xinghe stepped into the core area. Her Four-Vein Sword Soul resonated, and ripples of golden light spread across her skin, driving away the chilling aura that rushed toward her.
Her gaze was cold, her grip on the hilt tight as she stared directly at the figure slowly rising from the throne forged of resentful spirits—the Netherworld King.
Chapter 174