For a time, ghost fog surged, and ghost energy pervaded. The nearby battlefield was shrouded by an ice-cold and bitterly chilly aura.
From the mouth of the skull, a black vortex rapidly spun, transforming into a path leading to the Netherworld.
The Ghost Gate Pass towered into the clouds, wider than a mountain peak.
"Not good!" Realizing the gravity of the situation, Du Tiechuan thought to divert the direction of the iron torrent.
However, the spellcasting of the Heaven and Earth Ghosts was swift. The Ghost Gate Pass rapidly took shape. Coupled with one of the iron torrent's flaws being its difficulty to change direction, this left Du Tiechuan with no time to adjust. He could only go with the flow, controlling the iron torrent as it charged straight ahead into the Ghost Gate Pass.
"Hahahaha!" Seeing this scene, Lord Long's anger turned to joy.
Lu Hongtu smiled.
Many Cultivators among the allies also heaved a sigh of relief, issuing deafening cheers.
"We won, we've won!"
