Xia Feng and the women all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the Death God should no longer have a chance to emerge.
As for the Demon Race and the Resentful Beast, they figured they could find some way to handle them.
With crackling sounds, stones kept falling off the stone gate, crashing to the ground, as the stone gate seemed to be on the verge of completely disintegration, even the blue flames had dwindled significantly.
Yet a pair of skeletal hands suddenly thrust out from the crevices of the stone gate, gripping the sides tightly, seeming intent on opening this shattered gate.
Xia Feng's heart leaped again, the Great Dao of Life on his body surged wildly, seemingly wanting to deal with this Death God before it emerged completely.
The stone gate seemed aware of its nemesis Dao, uttering a slightly surprised "Hmm?" and the speed at which it pushed the gate slowed down significantly.
