The main door crashed with a loud bang, finally meeting its demise.
The horse's hooves rose high, aiming at Fu'er, ready to trample him down.
Seeing this, Fu'er quickly dodged to the side, and at the same time, he leapt up, stepping on the horse's hooves, instantly flying toward the War Chariot.
Watching him trying to rush up, the Ghost King swung the large knife in his hand, stabbing towards Fu'er's heart.
Simultaneously, the Evil Qi on him grew once again.
Suddenly, mournful cries interwove around them.
They were the wails and cries of tens of thousands of soldiers who died on the battlefield long ago.
With a strong aura of death, like a mountain, they weighed down on Fu'er's soul.
His soul shuddered at this.
The Soul Body immediately felt as if it were being torn apart.
It seemed like countless fierce ghosts appeared around, grabbing at his soul with many hands, tearing it in all directions.
Fu'er's movements suddenly slowed down.
