I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

The Nanming Lihuo ignited on the Vermillion Bird's body, and the flames were raging, burning the surrounding air with crackling sounds.

"Chirp..."

A long and high-pitched cry pierced the night sky, like an ancient horn, awakening dormant fears and hopes.

Immediately afterwards, it was as if a volcano erupted inside Suzaku's body, and a Nanming Lihuo fire originating from the beginning of the world burned fiercely in his body. The flames were raging, surging like a raging wave, instantly igniting the surrounding air and making crackling sounds, as if even the space was torn apart by this force.

In the light of the fire, the figure of the Vermilion Bird appeared particularly powerful. It suddenly turned over, like a meteor across the sky, and dived towards the dark ocean composed of countless ghosts below the formation at an incredible speed.

Those ghosts, originally invisible and intangible, 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.

"what...."

The moment Suzaku's flaming body 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 burning flaming ghosts, and their screams came one after another.

"Chirp..." The Vermilion Bird did not stop. Its wings burning with the Nanming Fire flapped suddenly, and two fire storms that were more violent and hotter than before swept out, like two angry fire dragons. Wherever they passed, no matter whether it was the ghosts or the darkness in the void, they were ruthlessly swallowed up 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

"Chirp..."

As those ghosts wrapped in a cold and gloomy aura dissipated one by one and turned into nothingness under the hot and pure light of the Nanming Lihuo, the four divine beasts... the Azure Dragon, the White Tiger, the Vermillion Bird, and the Black Tortoise, their figures became more and more majestic and sacred in the firelight.

"boom!"

The huge bodies of the four divine beasts were like four moving mountains. With unstoppable momentum, they pounced towards the illusory Ghost Gate that was suspended in the void and emitted a faint blue light, vowing to completely close the portal to the underworld and prevent future troubles.

"Puff..." The old man stumbled and spat out another mouthful of blood. The blood transformed into a dazzling spray of blood in the air, but quickly dissipated, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air. His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes gleamed with an unyielding light.

Looking at the four divine beasts approaching him from behind with the force of thunder, the old man's face became increasingly gloomy, as if dark clouds were pressing down on him and he couldn't breathe.

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, veins bulged, and tried to support his shaky body, trying to gather a little strength again, even if it was just an insignificant wisp of spiritual energy, to give his all for this final decisive battle.

However, the reality is cruel. The spiritual energy in his body has long been exhausted, like a dry riverbed, no longer able to squeeze out a drop of water.

However, he couldn't do anything now.

The spiritual energy in his body has long been exhausted.

"No..." The old man's eyes were bloodshot and he let out a roar. However, this weak cry seemed so insignificant in the vast universe, as if it disappeared without a trace in a gust of wind.

I saw the four mythical beasts gathered at the Ghost Gate.

I saw the four divine beasts gathering from all directions. They were huge and majestic, with unquestionable light flashing in their eyes.

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

"boom...."

With a deafening roar, four-colored lights, like four lightning bolts, struck the gate of hell fiercely.

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

When the old man saw this, his face turned pale as paper in an instant, and a desperate smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

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

"puff..."

At this moment, he once again spurted out a large mouthful of blood. The blood was like a blooming red flower, appearing particularly dazzling in this gray world. His body began to tremble, as if he would collapse at any moment.

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

It was like the most brilliant yet ominous fireworks in the night sky, exploding and turning into countless tiny stars, scattering in the boundless night sky. Each star seemed to carry an ancient secret, flashing a deep and strange luster.

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

"Lao Cui..."

An angry cry came from the space crack above. This cry transcended the shackles of time and space, carrying endless anger and unwillingness. It roared out from the distant and mysterious space crack, 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 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 to the old man.

The new old man's eyes were as sharp as torches. He immediately locked onto the blood-stained, dying old man below him. An indescribable complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful. Every word was like a hammer, hammering on 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 vile sinners alone!"

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

Immediately afterwards, the Wangxiang Tower above his head suddenly burst into brilliant light.

As a ray of light shot towards the Wangxiang Tower, the Wangxiang Tower fell towards the formation again like a meteor.