Everyone around was watching him.
However, no one spoke, they just silently cheered for him.
The next moment, Master Daoist Zeyang moved, stepping onto the Netherworld River, standing in mid-air.
An invisible pressure immediately bore down on him, followed by countless howls ringing in his ears.
These sounds were not the savage, bloodthirsty roars of demons, but rather emotionless, cold, and shrill screams, as if they were suffering endless torment.
At the instant they appeared, Master Daoist Zeyang's expression changed slightly, and he promptly continued forward without pausing.
But before he could take five steps, or more accurately, before he covered a tenth of the Netherworld River's surface, which was a hundred feet wide, a ghost spirit exuding a chilling aura suddenly appeared.
It had a human form but was illusory and transparent, like a slightly faded Shadow Demon.
