Lin stood on the sedan chair, those snow‑white, straight long legs were really tempting, enchanting like a Witch statue.
Lin said, "Time's running out."
The Ghost Saint was very conceited, and said coldly, "No need for you to say it. Since this Amulet can't be broken, then throw him into the Netherworld and let him live or die on his own."
Chu Hao cursed in his heart, then turned around and ran.
The Ghost Saint almost instantly cast a Ghost Technique.
"Ghost Technique, Netherworld Road."
"Boom!"
Above the Netherworld Hell, a deafening roar exploded. Looking up, a huge rift appeared in the sky, and a golden waterfall poured down from the heavens, crashing toward Chu Hao.
Chu Hao immediately felt a wave of icy Yin Qi sweep over. If not for the Amulet, just touching that golden waterfall would probably have frozen him to death.
Right after, Chu Hao noticed his body was falling, as if he had dropped into an abyss, plummeting endlessly.
