"Was that the real difference between the Chief of the six divisions and myself?"
Situ Yongren wanted to go over and help.
However, he was still suppressed by the gigantic Ghost City of the Netherworld that roared down from the sky and he could not move.
He felt numb.
Being courageous was second nature to a Spiritual Cultivator.
At this moment, Situ Yongren finally admitted that he had never possessed such a trait...
At the same time, a hysterical roar came from the battlefield.
"Secondary plane door, open!!"
The void trembled, and then an extremely illusory and blurry ancient door opened.
Compared to the Ghost City of the Netherworld that was hundreds of thousands of miles wide, this projection of the phantom secondary plane door that was already at its limit and did not even reach the range of a thousand miles, seemed like a joke.
However, such a joke actually happened in midair!
