Sure enough, amidst the pervasive cold air, Bai Shuang drifted, beginning to affect the surrounding space.
Ning Zhuo dared not be careless, decisively controlling the Light Goose to dive straight into the thickly ominous barrier of foul air.
The power of the Light Goose decomposed the barrier of foul air, while the burning of the Returning Silence Path Candle formed a temporary passage on its foundation.
This was a pitch-black, winding path. On either side of the path, countless ghostly shadows overlapped, resembling a hundred ghosts carrying a coffin.
A lone goose carried a candle, breaking through the heavenly curtain, it succeeded!
For a moment, the Qing Jiao Army erupted in cheers, the sound resonating to the heavens.
"Indeed! He is the savior of the White Paper Immortal City, the wise leader of my life," Luo Si's heart trembled fiercely, though his face showed no change,
while Jiao Ma's father felt so invigorated he almost went numb.
