A group of Impermanent Ghosts, Ox Head and Horse Face.
Upon hearing the Judge's orders, their eyes instantaneously turned ferocious.
To them, the Yin spirits of mortals are a tremendous source of sustenance.
Yet, this Daoist sent everyone to the Upper Realm.
This made them so furious that they gnashed their teeth.
"The mountain of knives, the sea of fire."
"The copper pillar, the oil cauldron."
"You will die."
"But before that, you will taste the flavor of Hell!"
Countless Ghost Messengers surrounded Lin Heng.
Some of them carried oil cauldrons, others wielded sea of fire, all forms of Underworld tortures, were to be inflicted on the Daoist before them.
Lin Heng was already too weak to resist, and he quietly awaited his fate.
Unexpectedly, a wisp of ghostly light appeared.
Could it be the Demon Sword?
"Who dares to touch him?"
A red-clothed girl appeared, her beautiful eyes fierce, a bow and arrow manifesting in her hands.
