"You can only use this thing one time," said the face, yawning. As it spoke, a fierce cry suddenly rang out from behind the group of people.
Meng Hao looked back and saw that the strange statue that was being carried along suddenly was melting. It turned into three globes of black mist. Inside each mist sphere was an old person surrounded by an aura of death. These were none other than the three people who had been on the tall platform beneath the Black Sieve Sect!
The Elder shot toward the face within their black mists. Next, they merged into it, causing it to twist and distort. Slowly, the mouth opened wide.
An archaic voice sounded out: "Enter quickly, we can only hold on for the time it takes half an incense stick to burn!" The voice sounded as if it had sprung from the yellow springs of the underworld. It echoed out, shaking the hearts of everyone present.
