Chapter 141: Lowly Sinner

The Suzaku's body was ablaze with the Nanming Lihuo, the flames were raging, and the surrounding air was burning with crackling sounds.

"Chi..."

A long and high-pitched cry cut through the night sky, like an ancient horn, awakening the dormant fear and hope.

Then, the Suzaku's body seemed to have erupted like a volcano, and a Nanming Lihuo that originated from the beginning of the world was burning in its body. The flames were raging, surging like a raging wave, instantly igniting the surrounding air, making crackling explosions, as if even the space was torn apart by this force.

Under the light of the fire, the Suzaku's figure looked particularly powerful. It suddenly turned over, like a meteor across the sky, and dived towards the dark ocean composed of countless ghosts under the formation at an incredible speed.

Those ghosts, originally invisible and intangible existences, revealed their hideous and terrifying faces under the illumination of the Nanming Lihuo. They either wailed or laughed strangely, trying to erode everything with fear.

"Ah..."

When the flame body of Suzaku came into contact with these ghosts, it was as if ice and snow met the scorching sun. The bodies of those ghosts were instantly ignited and turned into blazing flame ghosts, and their screams came one after another.

"Chiu..." Suzaku did not stop. Its wings burning with Nanming Lihuo suddenly flapped, and two more violent and hotter fire storms swept out than before, like two angry fire dragons. Wherever they passed, whether it was the ghosts or the darkness in the void, they were ruthlessly swallowed and turned into nothingness.

The ghosts swept by the Nanming Lihuo gradually dissipated in the struggle of despair and pain, leaving only wisps of green smoke floating under the purified sky.

"Roar..." X3

"Chiu..."

As the ghosts with cold and gloomy auras gradually dissipated under the hot and pure light of the Nanming Lihuo, they turned into nothingness. The four great beasts... Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise, their figures became more majestic and sacred in the firelight.

"Boom!"

The huge bodies of the four great beasts were like four moving mountains. With an unstoppable momentum, they pounced towards the illusory gate of hell that was suspended in the void and emitting a faint blue light, vowing to completely close the door to the netherworld and eliminate future troubles.

"Puff..." The old man staggered and spit out a mouthful of blood again. The blood turned into gorgeous blood flowers in the air, but quickly dissipated, leaving only a faint smell of blood. His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes flashed with an unyielding light.

Looking at the four beasts approaching him with the force of thunder, the old man's face became more and more gloomy, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on him and he couldn't breathe.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and his veins bulged. He tried to gather a little strength again with his shaky body, even if it was just a tiny bit of spiritual energy, he would give his all for this final decisive battle.

However, the reality was cruel. The spiritual energy in his body had long been exhausted, like a dry riverbed, and no more drops of water could be squeezed out.

However, he couldn't do anything now.

The spiritual energy in his body had long been used up.

"No..." The old man's eyes were bloodshot and he roared, but this weak cry seemed so insignificant in this vast world, as if it disappeared without a trace after a gust of wind.

I saw the four beasts gathered at the gate of hell.

The four beasts gathered from all directions. They were huge and majestic, with unquestionable light in their eyes.

In their mouths, light began to gather, blue, red, gold and blue, the four colors of light shining together, like four gorgeous rainbows, but with endless destructive power, spraying towards the Ghost Gate.

"Boom..."

With a deafening roar, the four colors of light were like four lightning bolts, fiercely bombarding the Ghost Gate.

Under the impact of this force, the entire Ghost Gate began to shake violently, as if it would collapse at any time. The air was filled with thick smoke and burnt smell, making people want to escape from this terrifying place.

Seeing this, the old man's face instantly turned pale as paper, and a desperate smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He knew that he was powerless to save the situation and could only watch it happen.

"Puff..."

At this moment, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood again. The blood was like a blooming red flower, which was particularly dazzling in this gray world. His body began to sway, as if he would fall down at any time.

As the old man's blood spurted out, the ghost gate behind him was no longer a gloomy and dead door in this sudden change, but seemed to be touched by some mysterious power, bursting out with dazzling light.

It was like the most gorgeous but also the most ominous fireworks in the night sky, exploding and turning into countless tiny stars, falling in the boundless night sky, each of which seemed to carry an ancient secret, flashing a deep and strange luster.

The old man staggered, like a candle in the wind, swaying, as if he would be swallowed by this invisible force at any time and fall into the unknown abyss.

"Lao Cui..."

From the space crack above, an angry shout came out. This shout, crossing the shackles of time and space, roared out from the distant and mysterious space crack with endless anger and unwillingness, shaking every inch of space, and even the air seemed to solidify.

The next moment, a figure rushed out from the space.

This is an old man of the same age, but his eyes are as sharp as those of an eagle, and he exudes an aura that cannot be underestimated.

As soon as he appeared, the Wangxiangtai, which was originally floating aimlessly in the void, seemed to sense something, slowly rotated, and finally hovered steadily above his head, emitting a soft but firm light, as if providing some kind of power or protection for the old man.

The new old man's eyes were like torches, and he locked onto the blood-stained and dying old man below at a glance, and an indescribable complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present: "Lao Cui, you and I have fought side by side for many years. Today I will never let you face these lowly sinners alone!"

As the words fell, an ancient and powerful force surged out of the old man's body, reflecting the surrounding starlight.

Then, the Wangxiangtai above his head suddenly bloomed with a brilliant light.

As a ray of light headed towards the Wangxiang Tower, the Wangxiang Tower, like a meteor, smashed towards the formation again.