God Emperor

Wuchang Haochuan was shocked. The two human Monks before him didnt have high cultivations, but their speed was twice as fast as him.

He wasnt very slow though and he was close behind them. Shaking his arm, a black chain flew out of his sleeve. It passed through the dozens of miles and hit the center of Zhang Ruochens back.

Chillingly cold ghost inscriptions emerged on the metal chain. It froze the air into rings of ice that extended to Zhang Ruochens back.

Clenching his jaw, Zhang Ruochen used the Spatial Move and dodged it with Han Xue.

Kaboom!

The sickle at the end of the chain hit a 100-foot-long tombstone and sliced it in half as if it was made of tofu.

“Spatial ripples.”

Wuchang Haochuans eyes were frigid. Ghost Qi flooded out of his body. The murderous desire grew heavier. He finally understood why the Ghost King had sent him to kill these people.

Some of these people were indeed special. If they were allowed into the netherworld, they might run into some secret places and cause great damage.

Splash!

There was the sound of flowing water.

After a while, Zhang Ruochen, Han Xue, and the man who specialized in runes arrived one after another at the bank of the Corpse River.

The riverbank of the Corpse River was built completely by piled up bodies and skeletons. It smelled disgusting. The water was very polluted. It was pure black and bodies from upstream floated on the surface.

The Corpse River was known as the boundary between the living world and netherworld. Once one crossed the river, they would enter the netherworld.

According to legends, no living being that entered the netherworld could ever come back alive. Even Saints went without returning. Coming here was like reaching the gates to hell. One had to make a decision.

Zhang Ruochen naturally had no other choice. No matter what, he had to enter the netherworld and find the Thousand-bone Empress. He could only suppress the dead souls of the Tomb Forest if he found her.