Mr. Cui seemed to know a lot about the Netherworld River and mercilessly retorted:
"Now that the Ferryman has just reached the other shore, you malevolent spirits can take a brief respite; otherwise, most of the time, I'm afraid you won't even be able to stir a single wave."
The ghost completely stopped, its eyes, surrounded by black mist, stared straight at him, with the eerie ghostly aura whirling, as if trying to see through his true nature.
Meanwhile, the black coffin behind it also slowly rose, standing right behind the ghost.
In the cracked opening at the top, the countless densely packed white bone claws vanished, replaced by a pair of cold, despairing eyes, which stared at Mr. Cui alongside the ghost.
In the silence, the formless and intangible cold, chilling Divine Will spread across the two banks of the Netherworld River, instantly covering them with a layer of jet-black ice, causing countless people on the shore to hurriedly retreat.
