When Lin You arrived in front of the portal, it was already fully open.
At that moment, streams of light appeared, and the seventy-two Celestial Demons emerged on either side of the portal, their bodies dim as if they were about to dissipate at any moment.
Obviously, the collapse of the Demon Plane was leading them toward the path of destruction as well.
Yet, when they faced the portal, they still maintained a respectful demeanor, dutifully guarding it.
Upon witnessing this, Lin You vaguely guessed what was hidden inside the portal.
As expected, he wasn't mistaken.
As soon as he was within less than a hundred meters, a voice suddenly resonated from within the portal.
"Young man, you have finally arrived."
Behind that ancient grand door was a completely blank square space.
In the center of the space, a ghostly white silhouette sat cross-legged, flickering with dim light, as if it could vanish at any moment.
Spirit Race?
Ghost Race?
