Ye Guichen gazed at the distant, ethereal Holy Temple, hesitating whether to proceed.
The dangers of the Holy Temple surely far exceeded imagination.
However, the Holy Temple must be entered.
In the mist, Ye Guichen vaguely saw countless figures moving, some ghostly, some human.
It was needless to wonder; those must be the ghost cultivators and corpse cultivators entrenched on Netherworld Mountain.
The numbers were so great that Ye Guichen knew, even if he had three heads and six arms, it would be hard to kill them all.
Since the path had been cleared, he could bring the million-strong army up.
"Go, inform everyone to attack!"
Ye Guichen summoned Gui Yi and gave the order.
Gui Yi flashed and swiftly retreated.
Soon, the million-strong army waiting by the black river received the order, each one resembling a fierce wolf, and surged towards Netherworld Mountain along the Ascension Steps.
The originally spacious Ascension Steps suddenly became crowded.
"Here they come!"
