In the deep ravine at Eastern Mount, in front of the bronze gate to the realm of the dead, all the strange signs had disappeared. The black eyes in the crack of the gate and those creepy ghost claws were gone.
Only deep claw marks were left on the bronze gate.
"Hmph. Just some weak, stray ghosts. They dare act up in front of me?" Dragon Soul scoffed.
He finally had a chance to be useful, so of course he wanted to perform well. He had been attached to Johnnie's soul all this time, and Johnnie rarely met foes who used soul attacks, so he hadn't had many chances to show his power.
Just when everyone thought there was no danger behind the bronze gate of the realm of the dead, the yin energy around them suddenly grew even denser.
Two thick black shadows flashed through the crack in the bronze gate.
