"Bang!"
An invisible wall appeared in the path of his escape, forcefully bouncing him back.
It felt just like when his True Body had absorbed a filthy essence from the Fifth Realm and then encountered resistance while trying to breach the Boundary Wall.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Fan Di" spoke unhurriedly, the skeleton's eye sockets becoming hollow again after the Netherworld Messenger's Spiritual Soul had departed.
No light, no Soul Fire, and not a hint of color.
Only dead silence and void.
The skeleton's body suddenly began to move, stepping through the Misty Sea with its joints making a "creak, creak" sound.
"Right here, there was a spatial rift that connected you to Purgatory just a moment ago, let me have a look."
The ghastly white skeleton walked to the spot where Pang Jian had earlier opened the spatial rift, extending a sharp finger as if it were a bayonet and thrusting it into the vanished rift.
The bony finger forcefully dragged downward!
"Hiss!"
