"Cut down the corpse positions to seize the incense, the people's hearts return to their place at this moment..."
In the human world, all clay idols were sliced in one night, and in the Netherworld Palace, Hu Ma wielded his saber, charging straight up to face countless deities.
Beside him, the Meng Family Ancestor was already severely injured, his body shattered, and as he faced this boundless host of deities, it seemed as if a primal fear arose within him.
Though restrained by Hu Ma, there was now a hint of neglect in him, while Little Hongtang beside him, was still bravely tagging behind Hu Ma, occasionally sneaking things to eat.
Yet no matter how, the power of the three of them was far inferior compared to the might of the Third Hall Emperor Ghost and that hall full of deities, appearing to be mere ants challenging the heavens.
