Wei Qingchen clasped his hands together, his temples turning from black to white hair.
Chen Qing understood in his heart, this meant Wei Qingchen already harbored the will to die.
"We will win, because we have staked everything."
"Prepare to open the gate."
Wei Qingchen waved his sleeve, heading to prepare for the opening of the Ghost Gate.
In just a quarter of an hour, ghostly aura spread in all directions, pouring from a massive gate carved with eighteen fearsome ghosts.
This gate was thirty zhang high and eighteen wide, almost the largest Ghost Gate, prepared so that their vast army could enter the Death Realm in the shortest time.
The sound of self-inflicted slashing was incessant, and using this interval, Chen Qing sent Zuo Chuan to inquire about their self-slashing conditions.
