The energy gel tasted like a mango gummy, but it dissolved more easily.
With a single bite of the gel, Fang Zhen felt his body and Spiritual Power rapidly recovering. A faint warmth spread through him as his strength was continuously replenished.
To be safe, he took advantage of the lull to pull some Magic Grease from his waist pouch, ready to apply it to his longspear at a moment's notice.
The Forbidden Realm Gatekeeper was wreathed in what looked like a shield from the Netherworld. After steadying itself, it violently plunged the strange weapon in its hand—a cross between a shovel and a pickaxe—into the ground and began to chant.
Fang Zhen could vaguely make out the Gatekeeper chanting something like, "Spirits of the Netherworld, hear my command." It was similar to the incantations and Imperial Decrees used in many Daoist School rituals; though he could make out the words, their specific meaning was hard to grasp.
