บท 1237: Gate of Life and Death

Xu Qing's cold voice echoed through the forbidden zone, sweeping across the heavens and earth like the wind of death passing through the mortal realm, yet also akin to the beckoning light of the underworld, calling forth lost souls.

His body gathered a majestic force, seated atop the ninth mountain, with countless red soul threads spreading behind him, exuding a blood-red aura akin to that of a devil.

The ghost faces formed by the seven underworld fire lanterns on his body spread out of his body and circled in the surroundings, looking bizarre and eerie.

Coupled with his handsome face and long hair, Xu Qing truly looked peerless at this moment.

That aura that could destroy anything caused the sky to change color and the wind to howl.