Underworld.
Countless souls were moaning.
All the Onis were used up, they were all busy.
Meanwhile, they had a panicky look on their faces. This matter was way more severe than what they expected.
The road between life and death was reopened. The Styx had changes, the Ghost Kings asleep were waking up one after another. Most importantly, there was not just one Ghost Door. The door could appear whenever in all parts of the ordinary realm. The number of ghosts had gone over the number of Onis in the Underworld. It was getting out of hand!
Meanwhile, in the Styx, among the boiling bloody sea, there was a gust of wild laughter along with some moaning.
Those souls that had fallen asleep since the ancient times had been woken up one after another. They were unwilling, they were cruel, they wanted to get out of this prison to see the outside world.
