"The Old City God is rushing people, let's go!"
Most cultivators remained alert to the scene that just occurred in the sky, aware that the Old City God is probably not in a good mood at this moment, so no one wanted to bring doubt upon themselves.
This place, after all, is the Yin-Shi Law Field. Even the Heavenly Dragon Monk, who is equipped with Buddhist artifacts, dared not directly challenge the power of the divine artifact that had just been summoned. Naturally, they did not want to make trouble for themselves.
"Second Young Master Feng, please come this way!"
Yonghe Zhenren invited the young man in white to come by his side when a magnetic and deep voice rang out. A ghost spirit, dressed in a crimson robe, holding a jade pen iron scroll, with a polite and reserved smile, blocked Yonghe Zhenren's way, amid the heavy scent of sandalwood.
"So, does the Underworld also want to keep people?"
