His feet landed heavily, plowing a deep trench into the ground. Clearly, he was in his own dream now, but he felt as if his entire being was battered and his Divine Soul was fierce.
Ordinary people would wake uncontrollably after suffering a heavy blow in a dream, but it felt so real to him. He understood that this was because he had delved too deeply into the Netherworld Palace, where the depths of dreams and reality were indistinguishable.
Beside him, the Meng Family's Ancestor let out an inhuman roar. The characters for 'longevity' on his body were torn and tattered, shattered all over, pierced by countless spears, and even the grim ghost qi around him seemed to have dimmed.
Little Hongtang was also fresh from wrestling with a civil servant, having a lock of hair pulled out by that old man with a white beard, while Little Hongtang held a handful of his beard.
All three had suffered severe injuries and were in mortal danger.
