Gu Shi Yi and Pu Yanlan exchanged looks, made a turn mid-air, and changed direction, hiding nearby. Watching as Yama led a dark horde of ghosts—who knows if there were tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands—the sky was filled with swirling black dust, rolling toward the red glow...
Gu Shi Yi and Pu Yanlan exchanged looks, stopped in their tracks, and within half a stick of incense time, they heard distant thunder from the edge of the sky, accompanied by waves of ghostly wails and wolf howls,
"Boom..."
After a deafening bang, the ghostly qi grew intense, enveloping the horizon in pitch-black ghostly qi. A gust of eerie wind blew through, causing their garments to flutter wildly. Gu Shi Yi was unfazed, but Pu Yanlan raised an eyebrow, glancing at the golden ring on her wrist,
"Indeed, someone who can sit in the position of Yama must have some tricks up their sleeve!"
"Oh... How so?"
