The next day, at dusk.
The ice cave was brightly lit as several three-to-four-meter-tall, white-haired, ape-like creatures plunged into the bottomless pool one after the other.
Chen Mu stood beside, carefully perceiving the essence stored within.
"In the end, there just wasn't enough time," he shook his head and sighed.
The number of Ghosts capable of Casting Spells at the Netherworld Ferry had just exceeded three thousand.
Of the six spots for placing the Vermilion Feather Sword to mark the fall point at the Netherworld Gate, only half had been calculated.
"If I were given half a month more, I could leave this Grotto Heaven at my leisure, but alas…" Chen Mu glanced sideways at Lian Xi with ill-favor.
Lian Xi's heart tightened.
Could this guy be thinking of killing me to vent his anger?
He quickly bowed with clasped hands to apologize: "It is my greed for the Dragon Ball Spirit Mechanism that has brought such trouble to Master, please forgive me."
