"But it's not enough yet!"
Hu Ma's gaze was penetrating, looking straight ahead. Those two Emperor Ghosts, despite being struck several times, still hadn't died.
The human part of them had utterly collapsed, but their bodies had transformed into bloated, writhing masses of flesh, still striving, still absorbing everything they touched around them.
Senseless tendrils extended upward, as if trying to grasp something, even as the flesh churned, attempting to reform into the Emperor Ghosts' likeness.
The Eight Sceneries of Netherworld should have subdued all living beings in this world.
However, a large part of these two palace Emperor Ghosts evidently did not belong to the human world.
They belonged to Tai Sui!
Thus, facing the surging mass of flesh, golden light flickered in Hu Ma's eyes, as he pointed forward with the mace, his voice resonating like the muffled thunder from the heavens, imbued with the laws of runes: "Twilight is the boundary, dividing yin and yang."
