The moment the red-clothed female ghost attacked, she placed several ferrymen in an irreversible situation; those who fell into the Wangchuan River, even immortals could hardly save.
The shockwave did not weaken at all, continuing to surge in all directions, and several ghost soldiers guarding the Naihe Bridge were knocked into the Wangchuan River.
On the other side, the shockwave rolled toward the bridgehead of Naihe Bridge, and a group of souls that had just stepped onto the bridge barely had time to dodge, seemingly about to meet the same fate of being swept into the Wangchuan River.
Suddenly, a semi-transparent wall of light appeared, blocking the spread of the shockwave. No matter how strong the shockwave was, the translucent curtain remained unmoved, sparing the souls at the bridgehead from disaster.
"Don't cause trouble in my place!" A voice erupted. Surprisingly, Meng Po, just like the red-clothed female ghost, rose into the air.
